Bro we living in the struggle
If u ain’t heard about it
Speedy right behind em
In designer
Still gone tote his choppa
Really hard to find em
Ducked off inside black Miata
Auntie think thuggin
I be bugging but im not a shotta
Hit em for the grams
And I got shams
Ok go scale the pot up
Moving like it’s nam
These niggas pop off
At yo fucking pop up
Staying out the streets
These niggas reckless and
Police want us locked up
Talkin to the doctor
I be stressed
I need some marijuana
He play on the field
But she still singing every song
I dropped huh
Never kiss n tell
Buku bitches I den got some top from
Know they talkin shit
Still ride my dick
When I be singing onnem
Really gleaming onnem
Fresh as fuck
I compliment my fit
I might put some bread inside her life
That’s if I like the bitch
Dior fashionista man
I’m on some modeling shit
Out in California
Like surprise
Popped up like a zit
I might fw acting
Talking slow like I’m on activist
I den touched the bag
So gah damn
Ima a capitalist
Put two and two together
With this music shit
I mastered it
Want you and you together
One look mixed
The other Mexican
I’m bouta talk my shit
They turned me up
And started making out
She know where I’m from
Not many rapping niggas make it out
That’s why I’m out the mix
Ain’t show my face before I had the clout
I beat all the odds that’s why my spirit Speaking out my mouth
Tryna tell these kids
That manifesting
Is the better route
Shawty topped me up
And then her bestie gave her mouth to mouth
Youngins out the south
Come from the sticks
Just like a fuckin scout
She know I get love in every city
When I come around
Out in Colorado
In the mountains
You can’t hear a sound