Dreamcast

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse]
How I'm lapping rappers when I started out in last place?
Orange Honda Prelude, orange peels in my ash tray
Money counter count it up and make sure that my cash straight
Money counter count it up and make sure that my cash, woah
Don't confuse the rappers, bunch of loser rappers
I'm a shark against a bunch of barracuda rappers
You the type to see some shiny shit and bite the hook
You the type to let a team of writers do your hooks, yeah
Polo bear all on my bed sheets
Rurouni Kenshin with the blade, motherfucker, don't ever test me
Nowadays my bank account, it got a couple zeroes
Ice cream sneakers, mix it with the baby Milo
In the tall grass, laid back, staring at the lil' dipper
This a tale, smoke a L, sip a little liquor
Ralph Lauren head to toe, my closet full of ponies
I’m canon to the game now you can call it Broly
Sit back playing SEGA Dreamcast
My diamonds playing freeze tag in the G-Class
I give a fuck about your Louis or Balenciaga
I like my Polo Ralph Lauren smelling like nag champa
I'm with the blue hair shorty, she look just like Sailor Mercury
How she give the top and at the same time she gon' twerk for me
We gets in the jet and we took that bitch to Germany
Pull up smelling like the pack when I convert my currency

[Outro]
You know a blunt smoke sky falls over the beach
Break it down, then I reach for the Backwood leaf
Close my eyes, let the tide wash over my feet
And in this moment, I'm feeling complete
You know a blunt smoke sky falls over the beach
Break it down, and I reach for the Backwood leaf
Close my eyes, let the tide wash over my feet
And in this moment, I'm feeling complete
Yeah, yo