Not You

Verse: 1

I’m waiting for the day i’m stackin up this green
And chug lean, buy a whole gallon so a fuck a 16
Miss me when im gone and up on a podium
But you didn't stumble upon me until im blowing up
You know it us when theres 40s, blunts
Gorgeous-sluts, pouring cups of purple stuff no corny robbituss
Weeds only a gate way to a great day
Or the fridge once you take some hits of a dank 8th
Let me lay baked to die once the time my time
But as of now i need to rhyme cause im doing just fine
And im- casper, ill be a ghost an a G.O.A.T
Thats the greatest of all time im spreading coast to coast
I can feel it in the air yeah i know that its close
Ill rock a few shows after my 46th dose of syrup folks
Well im stoned off the sativa thats hitting me in the dome
Ima keep going an goin ofcourse ill never overdose
Nope

I said ill never overdose (nope)
Not yet..

Verse: 2

And they dont want the real flows, only bitches and cheddar
So i might as well get rich off hoes like hugh hefner
Talk alotta shit but only to impress ya
Naa fuck that shit rather be givin a lecture
To the audience, with a message in
Every single bar that i spit well it all makes sense
And now it might occur im going thru your monitors on a hearse its not absurd when i spit alotta words with a violent urge
And it might of hurt, sorry that is a common curse
Ill let you ponder what the fuck im doing when im on a verse
I worded this is too clean i had to write my shit in cursive
The way i be spitting they wanna be quitting when they heard this
Nervous? naa man, i dont give a fuck what you think, how you feel, when i bring, all the real
Cause ima rap how i want do
And do what i wanna do
Ive had some shit get my way but naa its not you