[Verse 1]
Back street in the car hit back seat
Rhyme book freestlye tear the last sheet
6 bars and you know that I been drinking something
Okay I'm tripping but I get up cause I'm too cunning
Yeah its that time nigga
Where they recognize the voice of this prime nigga
Got these black folk stealing my lines nigga
I never loaned emn' so I guess they just lying nigga
Uh I know they rooting just for me miss
I see my target then I shoot it on that arrow shit
My flows tight my mind sharper than an arrow tip
But I just leave you hanging waiting for the drum to hit
God damn waiting for a drum hit to bring a drum roll
Got a thousand plays and I ain't even made it home
Yet and I'm hoping that I'll just be known
As a young who's music is way out of control
[Chorus]
Bound to get some cudi now x2
Okay check this out
[Verse 2]
She be repping we be repping
On that tip and we ain't letting
None yet be very afraid
Cause it seems I'm getting some cudi today
Okay I cannot explain what I'm feeling today
Just the pressure so precious they screaming okay
They emotions be flying their tears I ain't buying
My lines they recite them I they do not defy it