I want 40 acres, before I meet my maker

Run this cake up, pockets full of flavors I can go do favors

Bless somebody with some paper

Cause this shit really ain't major I keep a fine brown skin right next to me and you know her eyes is hazel

I used to get packs, flip em like a razor

Record clean like tapers

Designer garments even when I'm lazy, this shit get too wavy

My trust is slim cause **** move too shady ball flat feel like Brady

Yola cooked this throwback to the 80s, kitchen jumping crazy

This shit good dope, let it sell itself

I bet it won't sit on the shelf

I put in leg work when I need it help

My L's is wins under my belt

They say pop it, I won't ever stop it I want it, I'ma cop it

I'm thinking bout a second whip so when it's hot, I'm top dropping

So much green I threw it like a bomb, moving like the goblin

They only love you when you at the top, bitch I came from the bottom

I been that **** since I was moving around in pampers and a walker

I'm living proper still got opp stoppers for **** who be talkers

Hold on

I don't do static leave his ass in shock like tasers

I got two sticks and my aim too sharp cut through em like the raiders, like I got ghosts

When I move, I'm barely seen I'm off the radar, keep it low

I pray everyday cause I know the reaper close aye

I want 40 acres, before I meet my maker

Run this cake up, pockets full of flavors I can go do favors

Bless somebody with some paper Cause this shit really ain't major

I keep a fine brown skin right next to me and you know our eyes is hazel

I spent a couple blues just for my scent but I smell like a milli

I do this shit for me yall do this shit for hoes, you **** silly

Yeah, I'm grateful for whatever but I really want a billi

Phone on DND, don't ask me what I'm doing bitch I'm busy

Two plain jeans around my neck and it's worth more than what you claim is pissy

I know **** who really ain't been right since they was giving stimmys

If I take a step up on my pape, I'm neck and neck with Wemby

This bitch want a sip, I got the juice but I can't give it simply

Baby know she raw, but I wouldn't dare go fuck without a jimmy

O.T. doing the dash in an all white car, I call it Kimmy

I refuse to trust a **** who flip my words, bro you **** flimsy

Acting like it's love, but you move wocky dawg you **** iffy

Aye I want 40 acres, before I meet my maker

Run this cake up, pockets full of flavors I can go do favors

Bless somebody with some paper Cause this shit really ain't major

I keep the fine brown skin right next to me and you know her eyes is hazel, huh

Yeah that's smoove