GROUND FLOOR

[Intro]
Simulation theory, not no theory when I remote view
And my cigarette canoe
Subconscious filled with the numbers
I don't wanna go under
Bitch, I'm blowin' up, you assuming that it's thunder
And I see you movin'
Movin', movin'
Movin', movin'

[Verse]
My life was a lie, and I never fit in
And I'm not kiddin', bitch, stop in a minute
It's a light, shoot him in the dark at the very tip of night
Very scary bug ass, bug big bite
Bitch, you're watchin' the ground
Ain't no stoppin' unlimited round
I'm finna send shots, pow-pow
It's my dick, it's not a Glock
Rest stop, thirty in a block
Switching all my lanes, like Gran Turismo and its stock
My life was a lie, and I never fit in
And I'm not kiddin', bitch, stop in a minute
It's a light, shoot him in the dark at the very tip of night
Very scary bug ass, bug big bite
Bitch, you're watchin' the ground
Ain't no stoppin' unlimited round
Bitch, I'm high as fuck, cannot reach the ground floor
Switchblade, stick up in the motherfuckin' JanSport
Ask him why he hatin', 'cause my dick up in his damn whore
Watch, entertained, 'cause I'm the man, duh
Goddamn, forgot that I'm goated
Think you got Nelson Mandela'd
I'm fully loaded, like Chop, pew-pew, pop off
Get your dirty ass up when I call, like dog