[Verse]

Swishin' the game

Grippin' the grain

Takin' the picture and flippin' the frame

Blunts to the the face that's every day

Love it so much I might marry the Jane

Now fuck that, that's corny shit, but it rhymed right so I said it bitch

I'm chillin' bitch on my lavish shit, you ain't no where close to my level bitch

Big minerals in my bezel bitch

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Fresh fruit, flood my plate

Stay out my rays like a freckle bitch

Cuz you are my son and I am your maker

Ridin' scrapers, out in Vegas on the old strip goin' 88

Too many drugs I think I'm bouta faint, but we got too many rolled I ain't bout the waitin'

I ain't bout the praying

I ain't bout makin' up gods in my head to help me get through the day

I ain't bout the rain I ain't bout the pain

I kick hella raps and smoke hella weed

That's just me, that's just SESH

18 and I get better like every day of my fuckin' life

I got a million in my hand and it's bouta take flight like