[Produced by Hippie Sabotage] [Verse 1: Kembe X] (I feel like) comatose, overdose, over doped Caught the southwest on my mama dime, oh how coach Made it apparent that I may be cloaked, but ain't disappearing Oh, I'm a soldier, I tote 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 Dropped 81 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 dusk 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 hot 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