Cuffed Pants

[Verse 1]
They dreaming in class but still A+
They feening the past, they hate us
Im moving too fast no break pads
Im late class ain't shit
Im a needle in a fucking hay stack
Face it, trying to count gray sacks
Yeah, Im trying to make it
Trying to ride the Maybach with the top down
Can't stop now, seen too many peoples dreams get shot down
Trying to cruise, smoke weed, no cops around
Switch up the flow though, this shit popping now
Back when I was down, you was not in town
Homies slam the door on me but see he be knocking now
And the bitches be, loving the man
I rock a cuff in the pants, Im never scuffing the vans
Im never touchy in hand because I don’t fuck with ya
I don’t care whats up with ya, I dont fuck with ya
Pass the fucking swisher, and thats the truth
More bats than Ruth and I don’t even have to shoot
Id rather kill you with my bars than put a cap in you
Im on top like 12, and its after 2
Late nights, early days, take flights to the pearly gates
Thought you was a great white
Why you getting stage fright
Pass the Juul, Im trying to stay light
Be more sun in my life, Word to daylight
Savings, I keep getting these cravings
She belong to the game, Im not even playing
Im just saying, that I rock my pants with a cuff
You see my flow and you can't get enough
Damn it its tough to just give this man some love
You look like a bitch Marylin Manson ‘cuz
Damn he does, thats right damn he do
Now they looking up to me, like man he grew
Window ass faggots you all see through
You wish you could rap like me, Hebrew