Take a little trip
Roll a little noise then make a little bit
If Toonz on the track I'ma make a little hit
Open up the back then take a little whiff
No tobacco don't make me no spliff
Funky for the function, getting faded in the whip
Scared of the smoke, I can take a little hit
You know I bounce back like Slamball
Stand tall, my nigga
What's the sauce if you ain't savoring it
I'm in my season, you flavorless
You a icon like a bait and click
I'm a icon like Jaden Smith
Grab the Nikon, yeah take a flick
Fit from the thrift, I'ma make it look rich
Little witch from the Chi saddle my broomstick
Chasing a snitch
She get up I hit it more
10 points for Gryffindor
Matte black Tesla
Interior Fred Hampton
They ask what kinda car is that
I call it Black Panther
Pulling up in that Ryan Coogler
I might pull a cougar
Light skinned, big fro, oh good gracious
Damn that bih bad like Angela Davis
Take her for a spin like a mix from Nehpets
I don't care about no relationship status
We gone have juke party in my basement
Chicago shit
Clap for the kid like bravo
Had a little trip
Cortisol took me out the bag for a bit
Now I'm back in it, I been down for a minute
I was found in the Guinness for amounts of the realest
Energy I've been giving
I can brag a little bit
Get it out the mud, put my hand in a ditch
To preserve, had to swerve out the jam really quick
If it's urgent, my nerves need the cannabis lit
Pulling up to the club in my sandals again
It is what it is, I've been handling it
Got a vision, a mission, with a plan to get rich
You know Uncle Sam got his hand in my shit
I keep shit cool like a fan in a fridge
Even when all of the plans getting switched
Even with the news of my mans getting clipped
Rather stand than to sit
I been manning my ship
I'm a man on my shit
I remember sober days blazing no fire
Now I'm burning joints all day like arthritis
Heavyweight champs in my whole camp because we all fighters
I guarantee that it won't be no stopping us
Until our pockets on Anthony Joshua
Knew since I was a fetus that I couldn't be defeated
Rosa's oldest son
I grew a rose without the sun
I got Folgers on my tongue
Waking these niggas up one by one
Fathered a movement now come my son
World in my hands til it numb my thumbs