[Produced by Hippie Sabotage]
[Verse 1: Kembe X]
(I feel like) comatose, overdose, over dote
Called the southwest on my mama dime, oh hi coach
Made it apparent that I may be cloaked, but they disappearing
Oh, I'm a soldier, I told my pole
My vote is, I go, get rich on them
I've been creeping on the come up, ya b**h
My account is going dumb up, ya b**h
Just know that they won't be the only bands I drum up, ya b**h
I feel like Kobe like right at the end
Drop thirty-one I could sure use a luncheon (feed me baby)
Blow out the pound like a hippie I just want peace in the public
Show out of town, these b**hes be foul, like so out of bounds
Travelin' I be on point like a javelin'
You just be pokin' around
I know, what you should, and don't wanna'
The future is among us, ya b**h
Your son a star from dust to sun up, ya b**h
Even when it's dark he light up a different part, loosie
[Bridge]
(La, La) x9
Mama, Mama
[Verse 2: Kembe X]
Aye
(I feel like) My mama I deserve a trophy
How you handle loosie he got all that nerve
Stayed home permanently, stained clothes
Said at least I don't be throwin' parties here while y'all at work
Age ain't nothin' but a slave name trust me
I'm scared how rich I think I'm finna be before I'm twenty-three (m's, m's, mmhmm)
b**h I smell like commas
Village eatin' it's a f**in' feast, have a f**in' seat
All my fans is high because y'all been a f**in' sleep
I live a dream, you live a scene, feel me
Trying to fill the mold just like a f**in' sheep (Baaaa)
Formed your whole opinion off a f**in' tweet (stupid a** n***as)
Silence can k**, if I speak, just know I ain't no preacher, no I can't go
I am not for sale, but this sh** that rewind
f** that remix, ya feel me