(Intro)
Real recognize real
And the fakes play with snakes
They all bite each others flows
Or they s**ing up to foes
Damn I miss my bros x2
When I'm gone I always drift away
Not a thought in his brain its all a daze
f** being a failure its overplayed
I got A's on a blunt never phased cuz I take them to the face
He got a third eye like its Lucifer
Im used to her kiss in the night when I drift
Theres no light in this b**h, It's pitch
Black as my lunges
Ashing a blunt on your back where I cum
A nerd but I'm dumb
Ay Ay Ay
I'm not a b**h tho
Cops talk to me but I ain't ever snitch yo
Not a thug you won't catch me packing pistols
Its the shed or the shack clique, tripping off acid
We whipping up cla**ics
Flows dope your stagnant
Nobody's getting casted in films so f** the acting
Mashed in the back with a thirty rack pa**ing in some a** show some cla**, b**h!
Damn I miss my bros x2
Flowers blooming, Mayweather how I'm beating this track
Moving out not having a heart attack
Twenty sacks and some jazz like sax
While your vaping a pax we got a bag of some backs
Snake the wax, then we get to having a gla**
f**ing Queen Elizabeth, you know I love that Old-E
Haven't found it here in DC its not homely and
fu*k AMERICA they scheme, blow me
Blunts only if I had it my way
Eating all this subway I stay fresh
Reaching for my apex
They all seem bu*thurt like gay s**
It's getting much worse, a month's works
Puts me at 80 songs, if I did it daylong I'd be making millions
But moneys not the motivation, skeletons all in my basement
Try to get a hold of me, but I don't really like those faces
And I'm in need of an agent, before I break down and I'm needing some maintenance, uh
Pa** it on, Pa** it on, Pa** it on X2