[Verse 1: Boogie]
Woah, woah
I see you tripping off that faith that still ain't found you
Hatred that surround you, sh**
Don't even sound cool
That ba**, that ain't been sound proof
Proof, you n***as poop and I be damned if it stress me
I hate it when I'm in my bag and then a b**h want to text me
sh** I'm so easily distracted yes it's habit
I got my little check and spent a thousand on my mattress
Give a damn who still sleeping
I drop my tape in and n***as still reaching
They hate it when I sub
I give a damn I'm still teaching
I been side stepping
Mind stretching, vibe catching
For the right essence
I swear this sh** is quite precious
I see y'all ga**ed up like we ain't puffin the same
And I don't think that y'all can f** with my strain
Or f** with my pain
I'm breaking it down, I put it in paper
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Thirst 48 that's coming sooner than later
I swear, these local n***as got me watching
Can't get booked at South By yet they thinking that they popping
Let me get back to the flow
Like let me get back to the flow
Talk about your girl she getting F'd up on the low
Spell that sh** backwards you a wolf and n***as know
All that coulda shoulda woulda coulda sh** has got to go
I'm saying like, like
When will you n***as learn
When you praying to evolve certain bridges gotta burn
I'm out
Woah, woah
Shout out to Pigeons & Planes man we out here