Hurdle

(Verse 1)
Hurdle over bullshit I’m an athlete
Tryna to get a whip with no backseat
I remember applyin to Zaxbys
And now I’m gettin paid off of fat beats
Why talkin shit, why you talking down
Why you doin circles, why you walkin round
Why you on the internet just actin like a thug
Cause no one gives you love little bitch you need a hug
I ain’t shit yeah so what I say that and be relevant
I don’t know where Simon went so it’s whatever kevin says
I just smoked a joint and start to come up with my sentences
The shit be off the top so i do not need any references
Listen
I’m just out here on my own
Puttin loud up in my cones
Putting hours in my songs
Makin money from my home
Why you mad ?
I know cause you ain’t making moves
You just hate on people making them you look like a fool
I’ll just hope on a plane, it depends on my mood
And then I’ll flex a little bit bitch I ain’t mean to be rude

(Verse 3)
Fuck it up I might need a sec
I’m jet lagged I might need a sesh
Four joints to the men dose
Have me forgetting I was even stressed
I get faded it’s ok
Do too much man no way
Get the fuck up out my face cause I’m tryna make some moves and you know I like some space
I tell em just give me a second
I load up this bitch like a weapon
Your girl said she been prayin for me so I go ahead and give her blessin’s
Roll up and blow up
Feel like it’s lord ?
Feeling the glow up it’s mine
Feeling the blow up it’s mine
Yo harder than I ever went
Invest the money that I never spent
Collect all of the presidents
And never leave evidence