Great Sayai-Man
With my toes in the sand
At the beach
Bitch I woke up
And decided
Imma have a feast
Never bust a round
Boy I'm down to keep the peace
Mama from the south
So you know I eat the peach
I don't even rap
People clap and I speak
Folk hit me up about collab
Then play hide n seek
These words pack a punch
So I'm chilling with the team
Richthofen said I better spit
When they start passing heat
Call my nigga Luffy
He be tripping off them gummys
Member I was bummy
Now hoes wanna pay to f*ck me
Pluck you out my life
Pulling strings bitch I'm funky
Bout to blow without my niggas
I sound like a junky
I sound like a junky
I sound like a junky
I might be a junky
I know I'm a junky
I was the last nigga on Earth
I died that night (Damn) was it worth
Momma saw me outside and she screamed
What if I'm still tripping is this a dream
I sound like a junky (About to blow)
Cuz I sound like a junky (Without my niggas)
Maybe I'm a junky (About to blow)
I think that I'm a junky (Without my niggas)
I sound like a junky (About to blow)
Maybe I'm a junky (Without my niggas)
I could be a junky (About to blow)
Do you think I'm a junky (About to blow)
I'm about to blow without my niggas
I said about to blow without my niggas yeah