Yeah, Hey

I swear to god I'll never loose these bars

Passing joints till a **** said he could see stars

Feature myself and spit it like it's Cool G, Nas

If my shit not the truth then the judge is false

They really got me buggin' cos they love these flaws

My homie got me trippin' on some mushies

Cause yo, what's new?

Yo they rather not avoid these wars

The deal is to rather just avoid this clause

I cannot avoid just to fit in

I put that on the rhythm

Don't need no applause imma win it

You can hit pause for the scores

Quit claim fraud skip chores blame it all on the city

And how I dispose with the corpses

That's a lesson that will cost these rappers something

More than them Porsches

Nickname conscious fire emojis or just torches

Y'all **** too funny to ignore this

Time for the pay up had to build up for the lay up

This shit came with tools like Ikea or Ekea

Big game boss imma stay up

In my city you can call me the conveyor

Crushed out in a Fiat

Switch lane up like it's Weah

I wasn't really trying to find a way out

Know the boy's been major

The boy's been great

If a **** trying to fuck up with my plate

Watch a man that contemplated on Christ then turned his life to something nice

Be like fuck that and fuck up with the state

My bro just had to live life but couldn't think twice he on the block

He be like fuck that he fucked up with the state

I'm used to rolling fatties with the session

The vibe and the mad passion

Till the beat drop and fuck up with pace

I never had to think of their perception it's evident I'm perfection

I don't fuck up, don't fuck up with the faith

I swear to god I'll never loose these bars

Passing joints till a **** said he could see stars

Feature myself and spit it like it's Cool G, Nas

If my shit not the truth then the judge is false

They really got me buggin' cos they love these flaws

My homie got me trippin' on some mushies

Cause yo, what's new?

Yo they rather not avoid these wars

The deal is to rather just avoid this clause

Yeah

Yeah