Afternoon

I just turn on the mic, start flowing
I start going
I can not write no song, no I can not do it
Go from the top of the dome when I’m making music
I know you don’t fuck with my songs, don’t fuck with my music
Well, when I make it to the top, I do not know you, I’m clueless
I get them racks on a Monday
Count that shit Monday thru Sunday
Too much drip, I belong on a runway
Imma inspire y’all, just one day
Working real, real hard, gotta get the pay
I just fucked on a bitch that said she gay
Brodie pourin the wock in the lemonade
I’m that nigga, so I gotta celebrate
6 figures, I need that shit in my bank
2 bitches I need them right in my bed
1 in the head, you can get hit with lead
1 in your head, then you gon be dead
She wanna call my phone, you know that I’m gon press decline
I don’t want that hoe no more, you know that she not mine
All these bitches on my dick, they say I’m way too fine
I said I’m Top 5 African, you know that ain’t no lie
Saving that muhfuckin guap, running it up, way too the top
Shit gon be real high like that skyscraper in Dubai
I think I should be a model the way drip, I’m way too fly
He wanna be like me, wan steal my flow, lil nigga it’s mine
It’s mine, It’s mine
They like Johnny, “Why you wearing Vlone all the time?”
“Why you always putting Vlone in your fuckin rhymes?”
Nigga way too broke, he swiped his card, that shit declined
But meet me at the top because you know right now I climb
Climb, climb
I’m still climbing
All of these bitches, they lying
I believe when the pigs start flying
You know that Johnny the goat
Can not pass me but you can keep trying