40 Bars

[Verse 1]
Came from the dirt, started dripping
I got it out the mud with precision
Put on this earth with no decision
She started dancing, I started tipping
In my own hood I be politicking
Run round the block like a headless chicken
My bars nuclear talkin fission
I piped shawty completed mission
I entered the cheat code and got yo hoe
She serving up lunch like sloppy Joe
Only for my eyes just like J. Cole
That pussy is evil stole my soul
My outfit so clean not from Kohls
Shoutout to Luda he slangin bowls
Pull up in an all black rolls
She poppin that ass like she poppin moles

[Verse 2]
The trent coming through with that mufuckin heat
And I bet that I make yo hoe break her damn spleen
Sauce everywhere cleanup on aisle 3
She all on her knees and she begging me please
Securing the bag and I'm smoking on trees
And I'm bout to go drive my damn car without keys
I'm riding the rhythm and riding the beat
And you know I do this shit like every week
Pause, wait!
Fucked her no dates
Pause, aye
Shoutout to A
I'm back on that bullshit do it every day
Smoking on premium 97 octane
They saying this mothafucka is insane
I'm kendrick Lamar but without the sherane
They asking me young brother what do you claim?
But honestly I do not associate
I chill by myself and sometimes medicate
Or possibly with a shorty getting brain
In other words don't think about the next day
Just run up a bag and go get that cake
Ultimately don't worry bout fate
Ultimately don't worry bout snakes aye