Couldn't get the mike Amiri
They ain't in my size
Had to find a new path
The last one wasn't right
Bad little kid
Had a Glock in my sandbox
I was Spelling bad words
With my building blocks
Boy you got a fake watch
It tickin like a clock
My junky kinda emo
I named him mattox
Caught the opp
He was at the chop shop
Why he bring a vest
He know we only shoot tops
Every single night
I pray I catch my opp
In 2023 that's when I
Started sipping pink
In 2019 that's when
I had a dream
Balla where you at
In the Stu making crafts
My shooter turn to rap
My junky buying slabs
You was at the finish line
What you even stop for
So many lyrics
This shit look like a book store
Kenzo on the tee
But Supreme on the feet
But I could rock a carheart
I could make the cat bark
I could whip the car even if it on park
Came a long way from bmxing in the park
Team rocket with the way we bouta blast off
Shit
We pass the atmosphere
We pass the atmosphere
Pulling out the Draco
Telling doggy to get out of here
Up the 40 on his ass
Now we checking if we clear
Got the rocket in my pocket guess I'm on team rocket