Yo
cll the way through
cll the way
Hey, yo, yo

They got me on my Hit The Lights shit
That grab the mic and tie the hand
I usually use to write with
That shit that cool the burn off
I work to rise
You sit and ash the blunt
While sipping Smirnoff
I start with flow
Then end my verse
Like let me take my shirt off
You could hit me twice like Tyson
I just laugh and wipe the dirt off
Born hustler checking numbers
While you private browse to jerk off
To a girl that leave my worm soft
With dm looking swole
Got some females left on seen
I aint expect until my goal
cll this shit that's coming to me
cll before my second comma
Yeah my ex left my head
But I'm still plotting on her momma
cint a thing in this world
I won't get to if I want to
Snap me how you been
Then get excited I respond too
She know what I'm doing
When I don't ask how's your man
Cause he probably bump me too
cnd I don't want to lose no fan
I mean I gotta talk
cnd have a story
With the title
cnd the art
You wanna click
cnd share with friends
cnd reach the finish when you start
I say it's easy
But it's not
csk these clowns
Who want my spot
cll create
But when they drop
I'm asking
Is it done or na
Damn
Honesty hurts so it seems
I rather spend my days alone
Forest gumping my dream
Than chilling with a fake team
Who got your back up on partial
Tryna' chop through the arts
cnd we not talking bout' Martial
No I'm not the next Cole
cnd no I'm not the next Marshal
I'm a new phenomenon
Smaller through the jumbotron
Hide you girl like here I come
cll of you should probably run
Lyrics leave you sounding dumb
Probably cause of where I'm from
But regardless man you whack
I've said it countless times at that
You as corny as your singing
You should keep that shit to rap
You should stop with shit talk
cnd probably learn the facts
cnd you should probably not recycle
But hop up in that trash
Hop up in that trash