On My Shit

(Hook)
Neighbors nosy
I can't even smoke behind my crib
On my shit
Boy you hype off shit that I already did
You ain't rich
That's ya mama bread u flexin in yo pics
I'm on my shit
Everything I post is music for yo bitch

(Verse 1)
Excuse me for my album
Yo bitch told me I should drop one
Cut air like helicopter
Crack yo shell
This ain't red lobster
I'm real you're just a costume
Play dead
You fuckin possum
No competition cause I topped em
Pause
You want the keys I got them
I'm through the doors
Lil bitch
I locked em
Short your circuit
Rock em
Sock em
Who the fuck are these robots
I'm not
The copy, paste
Do not
Request that I switch to fake
My mission states
I must survive the envy hate
Surpass the weak
And become a great
Aye

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
Holy moly
Shaded
One and only
Strolling
Down the street
I'm making music
Cause my peoples gotta eat
All the craft I'm holding
Scolds my fuckin palm
You lack the cheese
After poking
She done spilled a buncha soda on my sheets
She bubble over
When she lose her top
I hit the heat
Her water working
She can hear my board
Foe I roll down the street
Don't matter the time
I go to smoke
And I find
A neighbor all in my face looking like
Are u supposed to be high?
Why?

(Hook)