SITBACK

I could sit back

I could sit back

I could sit back and count my racks

I could sit back count these (these stacks)

I could sit back and count all the beats I made

I love smoking w the bros it put the peace in me

I ain't doing pcp

All I need is green in me

All I need is green so I could stuff my pockets

I'm a doll, they said I'm looking like a Polly pocket

And you rapping for the money, you should probably stop it

Or you should probably lock in

Or yeah this beat I'm lost in

Yeah you probably lost bro

I can't feel my face, my watch it looking like a fossil

Yeah, 100 then another 100 then I feel right

700 ways I fuck the beat up make it feel right

Ever since I was on that damn mix I wasn't feeling right

My bro said it's fire tho, be yourself, you over-critical

It's been a couple years, since I really wanted to be the best

I just wanna do my own thing, never sleep, and never rest

And my soul iced-out like Everest, you can never reach me

And the birds, they sing along to this shit like the tiki

And they could never read me, and I could never read them

Yeah I only know myself and I don't know nobody

I get mad, ignore myself, and then I smoke my pain away

I make real music, put my pain in 808's

Fuck with zips and not no 8th's

I'm just doing what it takes

I remember looping back when I started, now I one take

I make music, but I'm still smarter than Tristan Tate

Yeah the Tate's got bummy ass, shit ass methods

Please stop, taking his dumb ass advice bro!

Grown man, he been flexing like money ain't his vice bro!

Like get a life bro!

Like get a life bro!