This is Living Type Dangerous, Vol. 1

Yeah

I flip a O to get by, no Flipmode, my life (?) like Busta Rhymes

We indivisible, the same old show with a brand new season like Cobra Kai

Make a rapper cry like he's (?) joints lit and gettin' smoke in they eye

(?), I need bottles of Crys to stay crisp, **** is small fries

No Kareem Saïd, blew up the white girl without getting locked up for a long time

Verses made me bleed like 50 Cent bullet wounds, all nine (Pop! Pop!)

Shit is why my cousin be puttin' money through the wire like Kanye West, 2005 (Shing!)

Bundle in the jacket every week, said the crib look like a coat drive

Block feel like Deep Blue Sea, I rock with the fishscale like my family on go time (Woah!)

Might put you to sleep like cups of promethazine (?) lines

Remind me of my time brown beanie

Do you Sweeney Todd (?) you shoulder the street for the supply (You, ****!)

I never need it, but still get it like how spoiled children be livin' they life

Some livin' the dream, if I'm lucky enough, I'ma grow old

For now, I'm tryna survive

Your vision be weak like birds that doesn't know how to fly (You, ****!)

I be stuck in the Jeep

This shorty like Xzibit, I pimped the bitch right outta my ride (She suckin' dick!)