Honestly, I can tell she like my swag
But it makes me wonder why she really wanna talk to me
Scab tee on my back, poppin’ tags
At my show n I’m smoking trees
They tryna get behind the stage, bouncer ain’t even got a page
Clothes flying on a plane, flipped ’em, I don’t even gotta pay
Walk time, stay in place, real life feels like kayfabe
I was born on hallows eve, it’s the only way that’d I’d stay
There’s magic in the tru night, new moon it’s a new day
Tripping like a deadhead, franklin with a bluе face
Mold me from the clay, feeling lost feeling truе pain
Like a llama spittin’ on the beat, pitched fixed like T-Pain
I got tasco from the market, spilled it got a tea stain
I wake up with bedhead, get dressed and I still slay
I got my beanie on look like an Uruk-hai
I don’t gotta stress it’s not do or die
If I let go then I’ll feel fine
Chasing racks in a trance, in a bind
I keep my roots low and my leaves high
Damn, you too slow for that sti
Like J.Lo where my boots lie
I stand 10 toes but I look fly
Blue man group 300 pockets
No plumber, got leaky faucets
BTC, digi wallet
I’m smokin’ splifffys like comets
I don’t got time to read comments
I’m at the spot or I’m walking
My canvas splattered like Pollock
I read the leaves like a prophet
I flip my jeans for the profit
Asking if I want promotion, you got ulterior motives
I run the styx, I don’t cross it
Think I need a diagnosis I’m feelin’ so f#ckin nauseous
Smoke that doja, I’ma boss b#tch
Don’t like me, well they just talkin’
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