I don’t

Think they

Get it

But I

Keep on

Tryna

Tell em

Maybe

Pick a

Fuckin’

Pen up

Why you

Bummin’

Need to

Get up

And just

MOVE

Get up

And just

MOVE

Making money still broke

Rum separate from the coke

Thoughts separate from opinions of the sheep that be thinking new money buy hope

Sting like a wasp but float

Critics wanna boo turn ghost

Never knew me now you know

Way different than the kid from before

How I drink more than a whale?

They can see me drown, oh well

Still a good hunter like Will

Been a good year keep it rolling like wheels

I’m a devil that’ll neva wear Prada

I could hit em wit’ a hundred entendres

Brown boys bout to start a new saga

Please, I eat em like cheese enchiladas

I don’t

Think they

Get it

But I

Keep on

Tryna

Tell em

Maybe

Pick a

Fuckin’

Pen up

Why you

Bummin’

Need to

Get up

And just

MOVE

Get up

And just

MOVE

Making good money no savings

No accountant, if I did he would hate

Know I’ll make it back so it don’t phase me

Last month 5k on some basics

Weed, liquor

Gang wit’ me, its free dinners

Crew livin’

Just startin’

We still climbing

New levels

New stories

We’ll soon tell ‘em

Eyes heavy

Mind steady

We all on it

Smokin’ a tall pipe

Lit as a hall light

My crew like Madeline

That mean we all bright

The kids gon’ be alright

I’m chill as a fall night

What happens to river if you try to stop it’s flow

It’s makes a hundred mo’

So

I don’t

Think they

Get it

But I

Keep on

Tryna

Tell em

Maybe

Pick a

Fuckin’

Pen up

Why you

Bummin’

Need to

Get up

And just

MOVE

Get up

And just

MOVE