Yo
I have more talent than any Kardashian could have a**
Blue balling got me like sonic, up in the dash
But I'm not fast when it comes to the instrumental
And when I heard this, I couldn't even pick up my pencil
It's all mental so please don't judge me
Y'all try be judge Judy, but know that Judy love me
Call her triple OG, would even smoke the weed
I'm tryna get this bread, not talking whole wheat
While n***as move these keys, as if they play piano
Throwing me these shots, call the bartender rambo
And something like a candle, I'm tryna stay lit
She wanted s**ual healing like neosporin on my dick
Trying her best to get the tip, like I left the table
At a restaurant, and this goes out to all the labels
I'm tryna pull a Hanco*k, no joke, flow dope
No boat, so I just lay in my room and smoke
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Smoke, Smoke, Smoke, L-T-G