Yeah I got it, yeah I get it
Lemme talk my shit I make you and your buddies fall
Addict in the attic
Pen is what you pass the fiend when he up in study hall
I'm out of it out of control, uh
That is my all and my whole, uh
Once I get my fucking vans on
I can achieve any goal, uh
I know that no one compares
I'm feeling all them dumb stares
Haters try giving advice
That don't come from cares
Folk tryna devour me, ay
Smoke em like my sour d, ay
Falling off like Ricky Tan
He ain't gon be in rush hour 3, ay
Always telling me to roll up
Always telling me to pack the pith
You don't even got weed tho
What the fuck I'm posed to pack it with?
Free smoke, free smoke, ay
He broke, he broke, ay
Bout you, bout you, ay
We joke, we joke, ay
Takes one to know one
I got no money at all
So really I feel you
But that's always gon be the real you
But one day I'm gonna ball
Get in my way imma meal you
If u think i'm gonna fall
You know nun bout the dope imma deal you
You cannot do nun like this, ay
Fuck with me, know what it is, ay
I cop the kill then kill you, ay
I pop a pill at the stu, ay
Tell my momma that i'm sorry
Tell my mom I never thought that I would, ay
That's how it go in this safari
I would do it if I thought that I could
My flow gon flex though
Reinvent and make checks tho
This soundin' like Drake yes
Drake soundin' like X though
Ain't no offense to the man, uh
I'm just tryna justify, uh
My ways before a stan
Saying they ain't ever gon be a fan, uh
Tune up
What you get, what you get, do
Where to go where to go, re
Who the man who the man, mi
Stu gon catch you latching onto stop and stay
Stillness capturing your every day
Looking like Medusa made you look
Made of stone and not a thing to say
Might as well become how I describe
Foes when I go diatribe a tribe
Often done until the night be day
Off an addy peep a beat and vibe
"Lu you never wanna fucking try
I know if you did that you can fly"
Said my teacher in eleventh grade
I said "I'm already fucking high"
Half a decade after all of such
Don't regret a motherfucking thing
Even if I do be outta touch
I know I'm still gonna be king
Still caught up and kinda OC
Tryna cope with all the weed, and a homie
Not a better way to do it right now
So if you don't know what I need, you don't know me
Bitch
Hey
Hey, hey, hey
Still don't know what I need bitch
Still don't know what I need bitch
Still don't know what I need bitch
Still don't know what I need bitch
Still don't know what I need hey
Still don't know what I need hey