Arms Reach

I make bops and I'm always known to take spots **** flop, now they gotta sell that fake

Watch, I don't play, never catch me at a game stop 100 thieves with me, I could even get an nade shot

Keep your day job, end up in a graveyard Playing with my knotts, how you buried in the same farm

Fuck your label, fuck your team and your A&R If you ain't tryna win a Lombardi, what you playin' for

**** blow a little weed and wanna crew each other By a year or two or three, they wanna sue each other

I try to tell em, let em breathe, but they gon' do another I guess that's what a fool believes, he just a doobie Brother

Me, I knew the whole time, I had a different plan I don't scam, but I'm rollin' with a method, man

Way a **** hustle, wish I had some extra hands Lookin' like Goro every time I touch the bands, man

Yeah, he is not the best rapper, he the best liar Michael Jack Hera, **** known to catch fire

Outfit lookin' tired, need to just retire **** know I get flyer than Buddy Esquire

My bullets don't graze, I'ma headshot em You gettin' paid, but ain't knowin' that the feds plottin

Few days, came and got em, now it's back to bottom I'm countin' dollars, cause I'd rather live without the problems

I heard you need the venom for the antidote Snakes in the grass, one bite and you'll be out of hope

We would never panic though, shit my whole family know Everything in arms reach, but still nothin' handed though

Kel Tec, Calicoes, Nines, and the deuces Now we got engineers, rhymes, and producers

If you ain't got your mind right, ****, then you useless I'm blessed to be alive, I would've died without this music, man

I'm blessed to be alive, I would've died without this music, man