Yuh, still smoking
That boy, damm
That boy got my leftovers, i'm feelin mad cobra
I don't wanna fetch sober, roll till the morning over
Shawty got that land rover, i'm f*ckin ona' model
Shawty real superstar, she sippin' out the bottle
I don't f*ck with passovers
I'm smokin' real pounds
Keep my head up, out the clouds
My eyes, keep looking down
Massacre over the town, the sky's the limit how
I could care about you now, i'll never let you down
Cleaning up yo shit, like a pet owner
2025, keep a strap, to detect odor
Never catch a leach, or man that's a self loather
Shawty passin' limbs around, aka, an organ donor
Nowadays, rap the new religion
And druggies, the new Christian's
The Jewish, the pessimistic
My new frame, stay up legitimately
Check up the statistic, shawty told me to reach the kidney
Artistic, stylistic, ego driven, can't see the difference
Nowadays, art the religion
Not a war practice, its given, days a battle, to my privilege
Emphasis on my patheticness
Red flag, she burp, bad etiquette
I'm dazed and always delicate
I f*ck that hoe she heaven sent
Red bong and i love her scent
Think i'm too good for her
Cover her in fur, an mc in warfare
Create a war tear, using my corsair
F*ck with me put you in my crosshair
I always use consent
Bitch you f*ck it up like snare
I don't want your bottle cheer
Nowadays I don't take the time to mediate
And look back on the days i live
Keep on studying your dreams,
But i don't,
So i can't comprehend
All of the predicaments, always watching waiting for that sense,
Slam the door before you in
Nowadays a pill will be, your main best friend
Or a screen, keeping you in sleep
Grow it like it's collard greens
Water my money tree