You ready bro?

You ready bro?

Bro I'm fucking ready

Are you fucking ready bro?

I'm fucking ready for this shit

Big bag bound

I'ma just be high right now

My sight like my mind

Broke and awry right now

Figured out the figure 8, they on 21

Like "I Stevie Wonder why" right now

On that what a guy, how can I know what am I

When I dunno what I'm by right now

Drag all day, drag all day

I'ma just go chill up in a bag all day

List of enemies to bag and tag all day

Way too fucking busy for the gags y'all play

Sorry buddy

I don't even want that clout

I don't even want your dap

I don't want you looking at me uh

I don't even want that chain

Member never wanting that a-

-ttention that be bookin at me UH

Student 1 tend to be on, make any enemy gone

Every day with the sauce like Prego!

Yuh

Scribble out all my dope, make any ditty a dub

Foes break fast like Eggo!

Yuh

Ain't come for the befriending, I don't wanna blend in

To it all

I ain't a gecko uh

Been big dog from the get-go uh

Gunning for the gold better let go uh

I'm 6-5-1 & 1-2 repping till a **** farewell huh

I found a home in the havoc

Steady stay round where you don't dare dwell huh

Ain't no exits you can run through

L-sidestepping like "student 1" done grew

Used to link up with all my mistakes till times up

Don't look back

You cannot undo

Ooh!

YEAH

YEAH

YEAH

YEAH

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YEAH

YEAH

I stay in chaos

At where you don't wanna be

Where trust don't exist

Where it's too many a wannabe

Uh

Unlike stu, sell out when the art sell

Put the mask on never play the part well

Puffing OG gas like a fart smell

Juul'd up with the work I feel like I'm a cartel

Competition like comics uh

Marvel at the word in my psalm

Talk real wild you **** cap calm

Can't talk at the moment "I gotta trap mom"

Sorry I meant to say that "I gotta rap mom"

She say "it's a lotta trouble I'm sensing"

Looking at the boy like Bart Simpson

I said "it's the ¡Ay, caramba! when the pen swing"

Uh

Struggling on the trek and tryna cope

I was in them drugs I was losing hope

I can't talk bout that like I'm out the cut

I'm still holding me back and down below

It's too easy to misstep on that slope

I cannot play with that shit I know

Say that then still do so

Doubling back like trouble still with me

Okay

Now it's 1.7 in my sock

Plus 15 milligrams in me okay

Gritty caught nitty, for the time

Being before anybody ever tried to feel me

I show thoughts, no control

Anti-unscathed, never show my toll

Rather bestow many a trick of my trade

And learn to "pick up the pace"

Than to slow my roll

Hey

YEAH

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