AM // Radio (feat. Wiki)

Nineteen, still gettin' kicked out the crib

Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and piss

Urine burning, I could smell the liquor in this

Cats always tryna pick up the fist, "Duff this dude out"

Rap astute just to get me a grip

Now, it's like bruised face, loose walk, too sauced

Distraught thoughts on my corpse on the asphalt

Back when I'd slack off, rock my slacks of my ass half-off

Every time I rap, I blast off

Back when I catch court, I always had sports

Dipping on cops in my track shorts

So tell my mom, I had to make it right

I lie every night about the limelight so I could lie at night

And tell my pops I gotta take advice

Keep my head screwed on tight, abuse these mics

See me, I'm the contusion type

A cat to smack the mic against my fuckin' head when I'm losing hype

RATKING, never losing hype, no

Smack king, and I do it right, no

RATKING, yeah, I do it nice, whoa

Bitch, I skated before I rapped

If you take me before your captain, bet 20 hots on your daddy

That someone could 'Nolia Clap him, probably cold and passive

'Cause Pops was the one that got to me, feeling down like he passed it

And when I'm cornered, it's action, I was kinda out the game

Mama put the quarter right back in the slot

In '09, we took the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the block

Bitch, if your **** had Supreme, we was the reason he copped it

And nowadays, I'm on the hunt for mirrors to box with

And some pretty bitches that ain't trip if it's a hit-and-run

I got to go 'cause I don't do the crying, bro

She Mario, I'm tryna keep the whining to a minimum

Piggies come, bet I'm splitting quicker than I finish rum

Find me some indica

Nuggets on my fingers and my shirt like they was chicken crumbs

Room spinning, finna yak if I don't hit the blunt

Got the chin wagging

Slim chances of me getting up after this

Mind in the trash next to where my fucking passion went

Dodge fanatics, half a Xanax when I'm traveling

Six hours or more, brick out on the tour

Got kicked out of the morgue, spit cattle manure shit

Shit, rally the Horsemen, tally the corpses