Traffic, rolling my weed up in traffic

I got the money in plastic

Making it stretch like elastic

I’m making off like a bandit

Traffic, rolling my weed up in traffic

I got the money in plastic

Making it stretch like elastic

I’m making off like a bandit

Getting all caught in my fantasy

Lately my life has been candid aye

On my own island like castaway

I visit the islands to imprint my eyes with the vibes that I’m lighting my kinda way

Do it myself

New found mission gotta get up my stealth

Gotta get em that bed gotta get up my wealth

Gotta call that game, like dick vitale

You a beast you a dog, mike Vick right now

I ain’t been sleeping for days

Gotta live up to the praise

Cause they just praising the bass

Ashes, flicking them on to the floor

My god son praying to the sky for a god sent message that he better than the god damn norm

Try to stay calm in the got damn Tone

Like what’s another year being not that known

You a got damn clone

While I be working the stream, showing my people the dream

Average, all of these lames are so average

Seem to be standard, I’m tryna enes like kanter

Being a part of your banter

I got the answers, starting to question the cancer

Leaking through all of your veins, now it just poisoning all of the game

Picture the future in all of your frames

I wanna change

Man that sound cliche, had a brand new look in the first 3 days, gotta Black white world, tryna add these paints, tryna find my worth, won’t take no breaks

Traffic, thats why i'm rolling in traffic

Traffic, thats why i'm rolling in traffic

Traffic, rolling my weed up in traffic

I got the money in plastic

Making it stretch like elastic

I’m making off like a bandit

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