Tekst piosenki
If they tryna test me then I can not fail
Going after the top spot name hot cuz my pot sales
Talking shit have u dropped like dabs on a hot nail
Everyone in your square is paper thin lookin like cottonelle
Trynna dodge the cop trails delete my texts on the hour
My brain cooks more dope than Pyrex and the powder
You could try flexin but one step and it’s boutta get
Blown outta proportion cure my boredom with the flower I mean
Where you think I got all this creativity
Said I was bad when I was little now look what they did to me
Turn me to the epitome of what they tryna prevent
You think u hard as cement but ur bars sound like a kid to me
They need me but the game cud live without u like a kidney
Grown up but ask your bitch she seen the kids in me
I be splitting swisher sweets chillin having epiphanies
You looking like you about to get the boot like Sicily
If you don’t get that line then pick a map up
I stack my backpack with fat dubs hoping to rack up
Get dapped and dabbed up cap back and mad bud
Cuz I’m trynna get the phantom and a matching matte truck
Flows crazy so don’t play me
I’ll have ya IV round ya neck and face blue like you Hovs baby
The po hate me and the hoes tryna save me
But I ain’t tryna listen I jus wana smoke daily
Yo so throw me any beat and imma beat it up
Watching Nick like swisher and I’m sweet as fuck
My bad I be backwards from the dabs after I heat it up
Weed is puffed I do it for the sport
Had to pee in cups cuz I was ordered by the court
They just tryna block the marijuana and stop it from takin over
But 90 days and dismissed I’m still a stoner
At the driving range smoking blunts dreams of driving a Range
I been caged in but flow Cajun I’m rhymin insane
Down to do my time in the game I been tryna arrange this
Since my lane switched now I’m fly as a plane
Faggots trynna claim that they can freestyle and they flow nice
But I been hungry since they cut the cake I ain’t get no slice
Now I’m trynna get my ho ice
And my whole crew Nikes and bikes and dykes and flights and whatever you like
Cuz I be caking like Drake and wild like Jason Sudeikis
I be raking in my profit I’m a prophet I ain’t faking
Getting paper in my pocket take my mom on a vacation
Cuz she took me on like 20 got plenty of fuckers hatin
Got plenty of suckers waiting on me to fail but it ain’t gon happen
Better start payin attention if you think I ain’t on rappin cuz
I been snapping since I got control of my motor skills
Open up your ears and you know it’s real
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