Smoking on top shelf Gweeto

And it's all over my hands like Cheetos

All she wanna do is dance in tight Speedo's

Relax in a mansion like The Migos

I cant even sell the weed that I smoke this pack cost bands like The Beatles

And we watch movie like it's Regal

Then go cash out on seafood

Send her home with a quarter ounce of diesel, girl that boy don't even feed you

YETTISIDE we spreading like the measles

I feel like these haters want competition with me and I only compete with myself

This for the people who stuck to the mission with me

I got Dev here up in the kitchen with me got the oven on 450

I got a ounce of gorilla glue Ima smoke that in a day I need more sticky

Your homies wish they could do what I do but they can't

So instead they want war with me

I hit his chick from the back it was lovely I might bring that kitty on tour with me

I'm from a block where you gotta look before you step

If you don't you'll be killed here

Half of my circle is Blazing for Petey, the other half Rolling like wheelchairs

They call me David, I speak from the heart

I was born in The Bronx and I'm still here

If it ain't God we don't feel fear

Let's get it YO

Don't let nobody tell you struggle don't hurt

I was in middle school tryna get fly with my uncles old shirts

Couldn't afford Nike, had Pony's on

Now I'm sitting with execs plotting on a big bag to put the homies on

Im the top competitor, he think he hot but he not he regular

All I do is blunt blaze, I don't make the front page Ima pop the editor

LOOK, I rap for the young-ins who wake up stressed

Pockets on E tryna do their best, keep going hard

Man they ain't built like you, for another 24 you're blessed

A lot of homies died this summer, I'm just glad I survived this summer

No baby showers, 380 showers, lotta homies in the sky this summer

I'm just tryna stay focused, streets got me feeling hopeless

So I let it out on a beat, this is all weed mixed with emotions

You think of me? Think of devotion, think of longevity

Raising myself, no one ahead of me

Think of ambition, think of prosperity

Think of intelligence , stupid I'll never be

Think of integrity, and if you cross me brody you're dead to me

Your baby girl, she just some head to me

I'm living good, you looking fed to me

Tryna be great, it's more than bread to me