Ah, sh#t
We got it?
Yeah, we got it (yeah)
Thefactory ’bout to snap on this b#tch, i know he gon’ mix it raw
This sh#t nasty
Uh
All i’m aimin’ for is classics
Puttin’ all my bundles in a basket (yuh)
Bob marley matches
Sparkin’ march madness
Been a couple months and i been drownin’ in my sadness (uh)
Stepped all on my feelings
Killed ’em, put ’em in a casket (bah!)
Skinny b#stard
Every word i say is plastered (ugh)
Flow mastered
Every word i say is scattered, that’s my adhd
My mind is racin’, you see (yes sir)
I be poppin’ up on your recommended list on your screen (yuh)
Like run down
I catch myself (catch myself)
Mama, i told you i would always be myself (yuh yuh)
I never doubt, huh, or doubt myself (never)
I need that green for my mental and my wealth
I can tell you pump-fakin’ on the snap for where that’s takin’ you up
You in your feelings, drink ’em down, now you just stuck in the club (hah!)
I do that sh#t with chocolate milk ’cause it just give me a punch (yes sir)
Came up a lunch freestyler, now i’m servin’ you brunch (yuh)
’cause that’s my favorite
Specialize in cadences (yeah)
I don’t got acquaintances, only got relationships (yuh)
Only got the bonds that i’m buildin’ ’cause i am genuine (genu-ine)
Healin’ all your loneliness, production is the medicine, the regiment (yeah)
Benjamins what i be collectin’ (ooh)
Buildin’ my connections, lives i be affectin’ (ooh)
Always been the lone wolf, never been the shepherd
Temper since a fetus, i was kickin’ all my problems away (yuh)
As i got older, bottled up, i started smokin’ my pain (yuh)
I f#cked this b#tch for the f#ck of it, got my kids on her taste buds (hah!)
Pineapple jugo she tell me “papi you taste good” (yeah)
Honey berry backwoods, face the b#tch with joseph
Jibber-jabbin’ while he packed it
Hit this b#tch, this sh#t was potent
Call the bae, we chop it up
We manifest our future spoken
Dbk my motivation, energy awoken (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, hah!)
Slowed down a bit, still movin’ fast
Ain’t that proud of it, i let you go fast
I’m askin’ how again, it gets me so mad
I stopped givin’ flyin’ f#cks when my plane crashed (f#ck)
Slowed down a bit, i was down bad (down)
Sick manipulation, sh#t was so sad (sad)
Just a memory, another throwback, huh
Go get high and cry about while i pile cash (ooh, ooh)
While i pile cash
Haha (yeah)
Yes sir, lil’ b#tch
I’m sad now
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