Constant nights in the dark, blowing smoke at the stars, letting no one get harmed

Life is in the palm of my hand, don't think I won't take yours, from the reach of my arm

Do nothing but try to climb the charts, be one with mother nature, let that magnolia open your heart

Let that green surround your soul, in this hand, this blunt that I hold

More power than I'm willing to part with, releasing the harness

Far from where it started, came from out of the dark, heat on my head be the harshest

Bitch, I'm modest, a woman is more than a body

Spit on the track, no matter what it cost us, bought it through

Selling them plates and clipping them gardens

Sike nah, you know what it cost us, moving a plant like a botanist

No astronaut, but I'm playing with rockets, no glazing

Shit was more than I wanted, dial it back and I got new contacts

Blacklisted your plug, yeah, he was garbage

Ready for the re-up but I call it the harvest

Back from the dead, yeah, we be hardest, dropping them **** then roll them up in a carpet

Dropping them out of the starship, should've chose better, but he ran out of the whip

Unlike me, I be spitting these bars like I let off a clip, need that money to get out of the crib

Blow up my shit, I'ma be throwing a fit, not talking about threads, I'm only projecting my threats

Moving around, felt like I ain't have a home, chip on my shoulders, swear I got some shit to show

I'm moving forward and the boat, keep rowing, planting my seeds, yeah, you know a **** growing

Get on these beats, you know a **** had to go in

Watching my moves, but they don't know where I'm going

Had holes in my clothes, now I'm reaping what I'm sowing

Making **** pay for the respect that **** owning

Pay me that, when I play this shit, they finna play it back

Until the work is done, I'm not trying to be laid back, don't do this shit for fun, bitch, I turned to a maniac

Too raw, I ain't talking about 80's crack, remember pops would put the CD in an eight-track

Shout out Djin, we crunching the eight-pack, end it on a high note, whenever I lay flat

I just be getting my checks, reinvest in me and my men

Need more ink for my pen, burning the page like both ways

Oil for the fire, built to inspire, rolling these streets like a tire, bitch, I'm tired, ain't too much to admire

Trying to get to a place that's higher, if it get down to the wire, I'ma always have a buyer, let it be a reminder

Can't be in my band if you sing like the choir, I'm in diet, need to triple my salary

Eating this bread, not counting my calories

Sick of the martyrs and fallacies, policy balancing, moral accounts of my deeds

Best believe I'm a cryogenic freeze

Shit get colder, moving these rocks, we bolder holders

Pour this shit up, yeah we Lucki, no clover

Squeezing that trigger, ain't duck, now he floating

Used to have roaches, ain't talking about smoking

Open the bottle when we ain't had lotion, going full throttle, ain't stopping my motion

Water on me, you get splashed like a potion

Got some misfits who need safety pins, then I roll with my mane from the lion's den

Got a fantasy, **** ain't buying it, package shipped, yeah, the plug had to fly it in

Pulling strings in this bitch like a violin, got some shit on my chest, like I'm Ironman

And these hoes getting wet, I'm a fireman

And we roll this shit up like a tire

Fuck these **** I'm who they aspire