I want a bad Brazilian, I'm tryna get a million
I wanna get a five, then a 10, then a billion I want a bad Brazilian, I'm tryna get a million
I wanna get a five, then a 10, then a billion I'm comin' for civilians, I'm feelin' like
A villain Ain't nobody safe when I float up in this
Helium Gas in my lungs, I've been coughin' up so
Stupid You actin' like you knew this, I'm different
In the booth, kid You smokin' on that boof while I'm rollin
On my Cupid Tears on my face, cause you had me lookin
Stupid Chicken got the pack, I ain't talkin' bout
The two-piece Demons come alive when I puff on this loose
Leaf Drownin' in the river, I'm just hopin' you
Don't lose me Sittin' in the clouds, you would think I got
A nosebleed I been lookin' down, and I noticed I had
Crow's feet Bodies come alive, and I sat back, let my
Soul speak If you take the picture, you can see where
My ghost be Walkin' in the shadow, when you see me, don't
Approach me Po' in my cup, and I'm doubled, so I'm zonin
I just pop the pop, if you see me in the moanin
Eyes gettin' dark, I'm on demon, so she moanin' Scratchin' on my back, and I only got by four in
I don't like to speak, you can hear my nigga foman
It's Poet, Mr. Poet, nigga
Runnin' through the city, through the space and vibes
Runnin' through the city, there's no place that I can't
Explain the feelings, so I can't deny the feeling
Of this enemy, got me placin' hate Never want it worse, so I look for fate
Always want it more, cause I wanna be great Destin' to be kings, cuz we made own plates
Hidin' all the feelings for the numbness in my face
Forest finna grow from a gram to an eighth Forest finna grow from a gram to an eighth