Yeah, I got boxes in a bando and I can't let the fiens see em
They know what Jungle Boy is on, they know my team different
Fuck glasses, I got a Sense of the Street Vision
Live a life like mine, you can only ever dream in it
This bitch is stressing me, texting me constant messages
Every week Triple H, give her pedigree
Lemon Haze got the best of weed
My mum hates that I'm a naughty dude
023 at the party, it's 1942
I was a man before I stepped into my teens
If I can't find my knife, then I'm pressing a machine
And I can't find a wife, cause these bitches get with feins
And you gotta pay the price, and jealousy isn't P Yeah
Get her wet and she pulling on my braids
And I'm tryna take flight like a plane
It's only right if I say, that I was born to be a great
Never question my mistakes, I'm doing wrong to make you straight
And I'm picking up a pack and trapping hard if the rapping fails
Get it in fuck wedding rings baby, I got them packs to sell
You can't be mine, if you're texting up your ex
It didn't happen overnight, cause you know I never slept
Yeah, yeah, you know I never slept
Yeah, yeah, if I step, I step correct
Yeah, yeah bitch you fuckin with the best
Yeah, yeah, I know I'm better than your ex
Yeah, yeah
I know I'm better than your ex
She love it when I give her
She can't move right, so I just left
She know I do my ting the best
Making heaters and all the rest
I cannot get no fucking rest
It's better than being depressed
Bout to leave like it does trees
Yeah, yeah, I'm getting all these P's
Got the unity like I'm Assassin's Creed
Yeah, I'm bout to fill your feed
In the stu we go, yeah we pros
Yeah we shoot the shot, like a GoPro
It's a movie where we go, everywhere we know
Even at the show, yeah I'm done with moving low
Low, low, low, low, low, low, low
Low, low, low, low, low, low