Sit back and blow gas when I'm in it
Lil baby she, yeah
Sit back and blow gas when I'm in it
Lil baby she know that I'm fine, but she in too deep with her mans to admit it
I run shit like senate
Since a lil youngin' I been tryna get it
My first name Mike but I ball like I'm Penix
I don't got time, just give me a minute
Nah
I don't got time, just give me a minute
Need me a Angel like Jimi Hendrix
Oh you not talking 'bout bread? Then this convo dead, so don't even finish yo sentence
Like please just shut up and zip it
Feel like a lottery ticket I'm winning
Talk so much jazz in the mic, and it feel so right, I don't think it's saliva I'm spittin'
I done been down on my ass, and questioning god like shit you gotta be kidding
And now my pockets is runnin' up digits, like ain't that ironic?
I remember the past, just laying in bed, tryna find me a route to them commas
And I ain't even saying she gotta be flawless, but dammit I need me a diamond
Do what I say, I'm feeling like Simon
Get out my way, I'm still tryna find it
They used to hate but the tables done turned, like who woulda guessed Osama on timing?
Like yeah I'm on timing
It's no choice everyday but grinding
Look in my eyes, the future me shining
Yeah
I'm not a rapper, just call me artist
I don't compete, but I'm going the farthest
Don't even ask for the wood I rolled, that's blasphemous like excuse me pardon
Take a step back, I'm calling harden
Thumbing through green, my room a garden
Walk in the crib with a pack that's vacuum sealed, but it's loud like damn who farted
I had a hoe send a text, that said I'd come back when I'm down, and I still ain't responded
You need to check yo team, it's a serious problem I'm leaving yo mans unguarded
Yeah
You need to check yo team, it's a serious problem I'm leaving yo mans unguarded