Verse: 1 I'm waiting for the day i'm stackin up this green And chug lean, buy a whole gallon so a f** a 16 Miss me when im gone and up on a podium But you didn't stumble upon me until im blowing up You know it us when theres 40s, blunts Gorgeous-s*uts, pouring cups of purple stuff no corny robbituss Weeds only a gate way to a great day Or the fridge once you take some hits of a dank 8th Let me lay baked to die once the time my time But as of now i need to rhyme cause im doing just fine And im- casper, ill be a ghost an a G.O.A.T Thats the greatest of all time im spreading coast to coast I can feel it in the air yeah i know that its close Ill rock a few shows after my 46th dose of syrup folks Well im stoned off the sativa thats hitting me in the dome Ima keep going an goin ofcourse ill never overdose Nope I said ill never overdose (nope) Not yet.. Verse: 2 And they dont want the real flows, only b**hes and cheddar So i might as well get rich off hoes like hugh hefner Talk alotta sh** but only to impress ya Naa f** that sh** rather be givin a lecture To the audience, with a message in Every single bar that i spit well it all makes sense And now it might occur im going thru your monitors on a hearse its not absurd when i spit alotta words with a violent urge And it might of hurt, sorry that is a common curse Ill let you ponder what the f** im doing when im on a verse I worded this is too clean i had to write my sh** in cursive The way i be spitting they wanna be quitting when they heard this Nervous? naa man, i dont give a f** what you think, how you feel, when i bring, all the real Cause ima rap how i want do And do what i wanna do Ive had some sh** get my way but naa its not you