With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on With all that bullshit you probably on Finna mask up, go duck dodger Face paint on like Heath, pardon my interruption Old soul, young bod, Benjamin button Hand me a wrap I can fill it with something Rock in my chair Imma be here a minute But smoking on something that make me feel lifted Hold up Only in the H will I pull up, wait Bad chick calling my phone up Wrong number hoe, I got some shit to do So I gotta go I'm in VA chilling with bro He got the smoke, got it for low I'm taking that shit and I'm flipping in higher You need some dick I'm the best supplier No Jim Carrey, ain't no Liar, Liar Midas in my glove Midas, Midas in my glove Yeah you think you fuckin golden but I do not give a fuck All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on Shits starting out to get oppressive I might have to check on the peasants Priest like a reverend But I talked to the rabbi to ease my depression See I seek out the ones who gonna help And you seek out the ones who gonna hide from the message See I don't play with the cards I was dealt I hop in the lab and then make a profession I treat the game like a double, I'm working from morning to close And throw out my rolls, and hop in the Rolls Double R baby, a rose from a rose My mom was a goddess, you know how that goes Aphrodite had the sun that arose God of fear that I properly chose So don't even come to me with all that bullshit you probably on Midas in my glove Midas, Midas in my glove Yeah you think you fuckin golden but I do not give a fuck All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on All of that bullshit you probably on

What's good How you doing How you feeling today What's up I don't know I'm feeling okay This shit Got me feeling some type a way Some type a way Some type a way What's good How you doing How you feeling today What's up I don't know I'm feeling okay This shit Got me feeling some type a way Some type a way Some type a way Bitch Don't act like you know me or something You Always walk in here carrying nothing My Pockets always need to be with the stuffin Why Every time you talk you bluffin That mouth You should prolly just stuff it I was down on my luck Now I'm getting these buckets Look I'm steph from the free Don't be fucking with me I'll ross your ass over If you cross with me Aye Reading gaining knowledge Yeah my brain getting stronger Copped another O Now I'm smoking Tommy Tonga Baby don't you come in here Bringing all that drama Low tolerance for bullshit Can't take it any longer What's good How you doing How you feeling today What's up I don't know I'm feeling okay This shit Got me feeling some type a way Some type a way Some type a way What's good How you doing How you feeling today What's up I don't know I'm feeling okay This shit Got me feeling some type a way Some type a way Some type a way Hol' on Said you got racks but I don't see it that way We don't compare 20/20 I don't see it that way Vision clear This rack shit easy But I don't compete in that way Keep my hands up and stack my bread That's the easy way to keep a young nigga out the feds It's the easy way nigga I'm preaching I'm dead The racks stacked tall from the feet to my head And I'm linked up with bread Tunnel vision is red If these nigga wanna try me Put the MAC up instead Really wet up yah bed Really wet up yah whole house These nigga rats I don't care bout a whole mouse These nigga hoes That I don't give a fuck bout Plaque shit Grammy Screaming out fuck clout Kodie What's good How you doing How you feeling today What's up I don't know I'm feeling okay This shit Got me feeling some type a way Some type a way Some type a way What's good How you doing How you feeling today What's up I don't know I'm feeling okay This shit Got me feeling some type a way Some type a way Some type a way

Yeah, niggas wanted beat so we gave it Niggas wanted heat so we gave it Iced out, new watch, no saving, uh My pockets still going through inflation Why these niggas still tapping in they savings? Why these niggas still ratting, telling statements? Clam pie colored coupe, me and Stacey Dash on a bitch, I don't care if niggas hate me 86 lift, no belt, no safety Bag on a bitch if the bitch wanna chase me She wanna fuck but that bitch not a ten though Please back up, bitch, hands out the Benz-o Bitch got mad, quit staining my window Bitch tryna brag but you lamer than your friends,hoе Creepy ass hoe tryna fuck I ain't worry 'bout a hoе or a slut Niggas really want smoke so it's up It's quiet, so when you niggas really pullin' up? You lying, so why you niggas really think you tough? You dying, 'cause I be talking shit and now it's stuck Uh, how you upgrade your life but stuck in the same place? Broke in the same place How you do shit for so damn long, and be stuck in the same place? Living at the same rate It's dead, we throwin' it out Can't get it myself then we going without Be hard in the streets and be hard in the mouth He talking the shits but we callin' him out Wordplay slicker than juice On my worst day I'm prettier than you Want a beat so we send him to Ωeus New Glock sitting right in my coupe Oh, my God, wait, hold on, oops Oh, my God, wait, hold on La la, la la, la Want it all La la, la la, la Oh, my motherfucking God, no, he didn't It's Kodie K K's No need to talk shit, 'cause your boyfriend jealous She say that I'm selfish Ain't no need to get mad when no ass, he a pelvis Girl, that ass going down Got my headphones beating, bah, dun, bah, dun, dun Beat that ass till they down No need for the Glock, no need for the drum

I think I need something new Always something new with you Always something that I do wrong You're so headstrong If you're right then get gone Glue to what I can't repair now Undercover child scared now Double life is my career now Morning tap just to stare down Any other sort of barrel Brand me a star and dress me in apparel Apparently was destined in this epoch to sequester myself into my own despair, well Mama birthed me with depression My grandfather's own investment Joined by gifts I was blessed with Just to pack boxes to make rent, shit Predestined with endeavors Feel like poison to whoever Sewn together to untether Never let the rope sever I think I need something new Always something new with you Always something that I do wrong You're so headstrong If you're right then get gone I ain't been sleeping well lately I can't turn off my mind That shit just keep running That shit that stay on the grind Sometimes it's a super power But Most of the time it's very tiring Wish I could just go to sleep But I can do that when I die I don't know what's coming next All I know is that I am stressed I just need to look around and realize that I am blessed Just need to sit down and take a breather I don't give a fuck, boy I'm getting even So boy better not give me reasons Know things change it's more that seasons It's life everyday And I try every way I can I'm amazed I am at what I did I took a lot of risks And now here we is Thank God I have this Thank God I've missed I think I need something new now Something that will hold me down Something that's gonna hand me crowns So I say I think I need something new Always something new with you Always something that I do wrong You're so headstrong If you're right then get gone

Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke You rapping better than me, that's a good joke I was laughing all day at it had my ribs hurting Told yah girl no huh, but she still flirting Probably ain't wanna go home to you no surprise She need good dick I can see it in her eyes Well lucky you baby cuz I can provide He said I made her cum three times, telling lies It's amazing what men do for their pride They be puffing their chest it ain't attractive homie All that talk just shows me that your a phony She da baby she riding me like a pony Giddy up she going going down she feeling on me Scottie Pippin I ain't livin in nobody shadow A bunch of roaches and some lighters sitting on my mantle I juggle masters, rap bars, it ain't shit to handle I guess I'm built for it, I need a big fortress When it come to the money I'm like run Forrest Skirt skirt in my Ford Focus I'm saving gas money how much it cost I'm Like damn honey she been begging All night so I put it in her damn tummy Okay I'm white it ain't that long But the way I hit it make her curve up her backbone Sitting in the house, smoking tree from a black bong She laying in my bed looking good in that black thong Looking good in that black thong like damn Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke You rapping better than me, that's a good joke Four months since I last hit the blunt smoke And I ain't itching for the liquor and the blunt tho I been getting by with friends, I ain't need the drugs tho Clean and skinny made these girls think I'm fun tho Or maybe cause I got somebody else tho Privacy I don't need your social wealth tho That time taken is sacred and for my health so Should it matter to the gram we ain't post tho And I can see why to haters that it matter Plenty of your business is healthy for the pallet Judgement come thru, but I take their fuckin mallet And I live how I want, so fuck you and your ballot It's all image, and no substance Why you think I'm off the substance If you really been wondering You can ask me, it's one hundred, bitch Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke Hair dripping, just washed out the blunt smoke You rapping better than me, that's a good joke And if I could fly I'd be gone by half past five And if I could fly I'd be gone by half past Fly as a kite, changes with the weather Badder than a bitch, other days untethered Whether or not it's your business It's only up to me to finish So we been up one day, straight out the next Coming for the rings, y'all come for my neck Either way I'm out on top, see you when I leave the shop I've been glued to my desk, trying to write a hit Either this shit gonna knock, or you won't give a shit But that's fine, I've been doing it for myself for the longest time I'll see you when you catch up to me in time I'll see you when you catch up to me in time And if I could fly I'd be gone by half past five And if I could fly I'd be gone by half past

Emily, what do you need from me What do you mean, evidently, it's me You're stuck in the middle I'm Frankie Muniz You're Hillary Duff I blame it on the rents But it's all my fault Yeah it's all my fault With my feet on the dash Weed crumbs float and we skipping on class Time with you's money so the bank don't last Smile don't fade in the summer, blink fast If you got another minute say so If you got another chance in you say so Feeling this burning in my chest I can't stomach this if you go and turn around to me and say no You're stuck in the middle I'm Frankie Muniz You're Hillary Duff I blame it on the rents But it's all my fault Yeah it's all my fault Living in a summer night's dream About mid-June Had love, had you Had faith shit was true But the memory fades It's so far gone It's been so long But it feels like yesterday We work better in a haze I'm just looking for a little shade You look good sipping lemonade Sweat dripping from the glass of your Minute Maid, well We're sipping on the sunrise Swimming through the moon Stay up all night Wake up at noon You're stuck in the middle I'm Frankie Muniz You're Hillary Duff I blame it on the rents But it's all my fault Yeah it's all my fault Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold me, hold me, hold me Hold me, hold me, hold me You're stuck in the middle I'm Frankie Muniz You're Hillary Duff I blame it on the rents But it's all my fault Yeah it's all my fault Emily, what do you need from me Emily, Emily

I've been feeling at a loss Chasing after blessings and there always be a cost Zaxby's, Max be heat and the sauce Hathi Beats, Brad Specs, me, I'm the boss I'm like Joffrey Off with his head if it's my name that he talking I'm the only relevant peer in your roster On the offense and I'm getting good at blocking Numbers All you are to me is a telephone number When it rains and it pours, I'm the sound of the thunder Boogeyman that you hide away from down under I'm sick of you bitches Punking out on me and you asking for assistance Getting petty whenever you met with resistance Bet you'd suck my dick to get off of my shitlist Woke up in the morning to the pressure Went to bed at night to the pressure Every day and night there will be a lesson to it But I'm stuck with the sex, weed and pressure, yessir Twenty five lighters on my dresser, yessir I could never fold, no, never under pressure I've been rocking size 14's since I was fourteen What that mean I was born to be a big stepper Go and check the ledger Best under twenty five, top five, I could die today And I would still be the best alive What that mean, it's a DOA They obey, she obey, anyway Don't owe you shit remember that lil mama You was talking bullshit, you was starting all the drama Homie named Kuzco, he keep him a llama If you ain't with me cut you out like a barber Trimming off the fat like a butcher butcher Got a bunch of plans in the cooker cooking Get my homies out of central booking now Petty weed crimes, why you hold him down Ten toes down, that's how I'll stay And heat coming b like the mid of May And all my homies talking real estate And I turn her ass red like Young M.A Do you fold, do you bend, or do you break And when you under pressure do you give or do you take And I ain't chilling with no damn snakes Chilling in that fire, I be dancing with Diablo They treat me like I'm famous now Where the drugs, n**** where the models See me with this white girl, they gonna move like they Iago So I dodge the potholes Can't end up like Pac though, bullets in a Tahoe Woke up in the morning to the pressure Went to bed at night to the pressure Every day and night there will be a lesson to it But I'm stuck with the sex, weed and pressure, yessir Everybody giving me a deadline Wonder when my life gonna hit mine Every day and night, you wanna throw a lick on me But that's history cause I can't feel You Anything they say, say it to my face Anything they say, say it to my face Anything they say, say it to my face