Locked In

This not a drill (Fame)

I just came up in the building David Copperfield

If I put this on my children, hope you got a will

I got time to kill, I been get high

Just know I'm not on pills,

Gas, smoking on these strains

Went to school down south

Catches us with the bands

I might start pod,

Call David Shands

Looked up to my twin told em we I'm the man

Hold On Wait Hold On Dang

We are not the same

This is how we do

But this is not a Game

If she call me boo, beat it out the frame

Eat it off the plate, bust it like a Drake...

Busting it to Drake

Aye aye, Hartford born & raised (PdotC)

Fatigues, like I gotta’’em outta born & raised.

Been about the city but flying to a different coast.

Need that green money stretching like it’s piccolo.

Bad tings, what it’s giving though.

She want a shot-I hit her with a give & go-uhh, I be getting low.

White wine it spit slow…calm flex mocha music if you really know!!!

Ahhh….you know the boys gotta blessings.

Tell me what’s a move when you moving without directions.

See you taking Ls, but you failing without the lesson-and it’s better if you bet on yourself, we never guessing-but we on one!

I rap Porsche til I own one…and we don’t compete, we on our own run.

Nu eleven with it-everything I said & did it…and shout out to growth, we getting better with it.