Holy Jesus, what is that?
What the fuck is that?
(It's my time)
Yeah
I'm in my room, cooking mama in the kitchen
She cutting up some carrot cause' she care about my vision
My father, brother oblivious, the hell is going on
Vagabond is serious, on the radar
(Huh)
This ain't no dream team, welcome to reality
Every track I touch is a malady tier salary
Skinny chick Valery, Malory, Calvin calorie
She only want alimony cause' my art in the galleries
I could be Neo or Mikey, but not Raphael
Inside the rapper, a desk job, my prison cell
Well worldwide and I ain't surprised
You had to dream about it, I put in the work and time bitch
Oh my, oh my, you want a rich one
Oh my, oh my, diamonds for my son
No lie, no lie, find sleep in my blunts
In my dream, in my dream, man, I just run
Oh my, oh my, you want a rich one
Oh my, oh my, diamonds for my son
No lie, no lie, find sleep in my blunts
In my dream, in my dream, man, I just run
Run
In my dream, man, I just run
Run
In my dream, man, I just run
Top heavy, can't even see the ground
Mama told me sky's the limit, now I'm poking through the clouds
Neighbor coming, not 'gon make a sound, but I'm still on the loud
Bitch don't tell me quiet down, Imma' blow your speakers out
I don't take shots, I bump stocks on trading floors
Even more annoying, the forest boys in every course
Like Siglin I mean business, coppin' coins like a wishing well
Keep it all a dusin plus one, cause it's fuck twelve
Yeah you 'mighta thought I retired
Me and Grafic on the scene, fuck around, cause a riot
And he crushin' all the competition
I know your girl just heard my record
Watch her throw it back and give it a whirl
Sometimes I feel like I'm impossible to knock off
Hate me, think I'm Ossof
I and your girl gonna' comet outa' here
If you get mad and ready to pop off
I'm a bit corny, I'm popping and locking like I'm in the 90's
I'm 'clippin, I'm 'rhymin, I'm 'mobbin, I'm 'hittin, I'm 'ridin
I'm 'knockin, I'm 'cuttin the wood, I'ma call it a 'loggin
No cap, it's off like I'm Bobby
Top of the world to the lobby
I'm knocking all of your pawns like it's a game of sorry
Oh that's a new girl?
That's so whack bro
Ain't that the one I seen you top on X-videos?
I swear these other dudes are like phones with no service
Big body, no brain, tell me what the word is
Yeah, this the deluxe, bless your ears with these holy lines
'Gotta wrap it up in a couple seconds like it's a Vine
Oh my, oh my, you want a rich one
Oh my, oh my, diamonds for my son
No lie, no lie, find sleep in my blunts
In my, in my dream, man, I just run
Oh my, oh my, you want a rich one
Oh my, oh my, diamonds for my son
No lie, no lie, find sleep in my blunts
In my, in my dream, man, I just run