Intro:

This shit gon turn me to a bad dude

And lately I been feeling mad rude but fuck that wait

I’m at they neck, I’m like a tattoo

Attitude on get yo bag foo

Fuck that wait-

I ain’t tryin for shit

Testimony full of fact I ain’t lyin for shit

Sight glued to the goal, I ain’t eying a bitch

These **** brag bout hoes

Yo bitch look like a lick

Lickin’ woods close bros teamin’ up ona ****

Gotta dip it’s either duck or fuckin’ buss on a ****

I took the bus on a ****

I gotta slide to the stu

I gotta lay me a track

I’m leavin gas ina booth

Used to serve granny bottles to goofy **** at school

Goofy **** like you

That’s only ‘cause I know they listenin’

Don’t mention me if you gon send a message on some mini shit

Showing me you phony but fasading on some friendly shit

From where Mama broke as fuck so she ain’t gotta gimme shit

Court split the family up, miss me with the friendly shit

Mama need a home, Lil sister need a mom

Lil brother need a brother just to teach him how to grind

I been out here shedding light but **** jealous of the shine

Tell em I thought we was workin why the workers on my line

Thinkin Imma tru and clock out

Kilo full time (nah)

Kilo gassed up (nah)

Kilo Big slime

Hook:

(I been Anti-Sober tryna make it go bananas when I show up

Finna go up, Fanta full of poetry and all this soda

Tuckin’ dutches In like he so lullaby he finna blow up

And I’m just tryna find a way to fall

Buss down white socks on, with the nikes on

Mic check, cut the mutha fuckin mic on!)2x

*mic check cut the muthafuckin mic on!* (repeat)

(F-A-L-L-E-N sell that shit

F-A-L-L-E-N spell that shit)repeat

Hook:

I been Anti-Sober tryna make it go bananas when I show up

Finna go up, Fanta full of poetry and all this soda

Tuckin’ dutches In like he so lullaby he finna blow up

And I’m just tryna find a way to fall

Buss down white socks on, with the nikes on

Mic check, cut the mutha fuckin mic on!

Rollin’ through my memories of enemies

Like tell me is you with me or against me

Lately I can’t help but feeling empty

Lately I be forced to give em friendly

Like when they stop runnin’ friendlies

And why they kill Lil Kenny

And why all my **** dying

Like that shit up in the air huh?

Just fall up out that bullshit and drown up in them prayers huh

Don’t ask me if we care, ‘cause we was brought up by the careless

Native to the west coast where we ain’t used to all the fair shit

Grind up

Grind up!

Grind up

(F-A-L-L-E-N) repeat

And all this cookie in my lungs got me feelin’ like a grindah’

Like where we going if we not going up

And why we blowing if we not blowing up