I dont never past the blunt
This aint no track meet
My b**h got shot gun
Put that n***a inna back seat
They tryna be like me
I think somebody hacked me
Who talking rap beef
I k**ed them all by track three
They would tell u dreamin aint possible
N start pinchin u but not pitchin in
N I would tell u who the dopest is
But the feds probably out listening
n***as money short as my attention span
I dont see nobody gotta different lines
Put the bait out, wait out
They bite the flow
I reel them in like fishermen
Im on green level, when it come to money
But I burn trees like a arsonist
Get my medication from a pharmacist
U could leave that shake for the parkacist
Need a blunt rolled with my bu*t rubbed
From a young thug like Barter 6
n***as act tough, get u f**ed up
Now Im back riding to the Carter six
On Sunset swerving
Hella deep got em nervous
Tease a n***a on purpose
I can be pitchin how I be curvin
Gotta head full of raps
Might as well walk around with a turbin
Yo n***as like Lions on the Wiz
N aint nan one got courage
All this gold on me
Im thinking I juss hit the jackpot
Steppin in Givenchy feeling b**h
With my hat co*ked
Bout to tell yo n***a, get a grip
He got the trap hot
Tried to put him onna team
He rather be a mascot
Dont look back, we ahead of ya
Middle fingers to the editors
Im a predator, what competitors
Wanna battle, gotta be better first
Got my toes done, Im still a road runner
From the real estate, like a home hunter
If a b**h try to call me out
Then Im knowing that she got the wrong number
Got picked up inna Rolls Royce
N the neighbors tried to call ghost busters
Ran into my ex about a week ago
N I swear to God he was so busted
Yo last video looked good
But the song weak, n its no numbers
How we finna heat up on b**hes now
It would f** around n be no summer
I dont get that hyped, that get you people all excited
Imma walk or not, make a n***a wanna tie it
Its all about how you talk, might turn yo fan into a client
Told them Imma feed the streets
I know the real aint gon deny it
Its a party but its private, you are not invited
They say since when you switched it up
I say i just decided
I really live this life
Dont need nobody else to write it
n***as swearing that they flying
Guess somebody shot the pilot
f** a Benz, I need that Lambo
Yea i got that amo
I promise n***as wont get cleared like a sample
Made it to the hills
When my n***as still in a Bando
Im so sick, Im sipping Campbells
Hate to watch n flip the channel
They say x will mark the spot
I signed the line n got that treasure
Finessed him out his plugs
I put business over pleasure
They tell me they opinions
I dont listen f** a lecture
I keep twenty on the dresser
Know these b**hes feel the pressure