Been away for a while but now I’m rollin with my crew yeah

Oh this been a long time comin this shit been overdue yeah

Okay I might be high excuse me I am feelin myself

Spilled vodka on my Stormies left that morning wrote this song yeah

What do you want from me?

I’m sick of the same old thing

I want to write what I want when I want and nobody gonna tell me a goddamn thing

Pull up in the lot that’s skrt skrt

Pull off in the lamb that’s brt brt

Nah I ain’t got the lamb yet

I ain’t got the stacks yet

But I’m gonna speak it till I have it

I need the bands gotta level up you see the way that I’m movin don’t subtract I add it up

Selvedge my denim got hella fades, word to my

Enemies if they roll up then I handle em

808s got my hands up feelin like a popstar

We gone be okay

A little pissed cause my phone still ringin and it ain’t you callin

What a shame

Oh what a life I’m livin, got dinner plans this evenin

Conceited, young and gifted

Reach for my dreams I’m lifted

I drown my demons but I heard they can swim

Gained all my blessings through sin

Now let the story begin