[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 [?] 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