(Barefxce)

It's only a few a **** I know for sure that's on the same thing

I'm talkin' to my side like gettin' money is my main thing

Keep it confidential and stay ready for that bang bang

'Cause **** getting baked, if you ain't ready you should lane change

'Lot of shit done changed but **** this ain't how it's supposed to be

Products of the square, make sure I keep my circle close to me

Ain't down to do that ride, but you outside, you **** hoes to me

I write all my raps 'cause it's another form of poetry

Jumpin' out the load and run him down, we getting rid of dude

Like ****, this one for my **** too

He saying he got toys, my **** boys and we got bigger tools

And it's all good, shit I'mma smoke him like a cig or two

I take it back, I'm finna blow him in a loose leaf

Get to punchin', kickin', thinkin' that it's Bruce Lee

You want my attention, I want blue cheese

And I ain't followin' all the love, and no lil' bitch I'm no groupie

All you **** ever do is co-sign

I keep it player with everything, but now it's coast time

We might have been bonding way back then, but them was old times

Aye, **** R.I.P the coast grimes

All I ever hear is hella' wolfin' in them diss songs

Look, damn them same **** gettin' tripped on

Yeah we all on feet and out the load like we the Flintstones

I'm just tryna' get another sack, could call me Chris Jones

Ain't no bitch that's down for me, aye won't get no crown from me

These bitches think they get some validation 'cause they around the team

Aye, better up pole, we takin' souls, no runnin' round the beam

**** was never like that, what it sound to me, aye