My life is on a loop like a ferris wheel
I don't care how you are and how you feel
But I guess I have to cause you back in the field
You've been slipping up a lot, like banana peels
Yeah that church's parking lot
Was my favorite donut spot
My old friend would know
She would have her body out the top
Or out the side door
Now on my own, I explore
My different flow
Like Woah
Oh no
Here I go
Putting things on blast
But we ain't close like that
So it's whatever, imma put it on the gram
An amature cameraman
What I was in the back of my sedan
Those were the days where I felt like the man
Started off producing, now I outrap the rappers
I'm done dealing with the goofies and all of the cappers
I've done had this whole project inside of the tuck
Best verse on Cash and Run Up The Bucks