Yo

Pulled up in all black like dark monks

Came in smellin' like Versace

As soon as we sparked, stunk.. *scoffs*

I feel her sadness when I hear

My heart thump, it skip a beat for her

I might have died just

Drivin' across the street for her

I want all my people inside of a sleek Porsche

At least when I'm deceased then

My peeps can still floor it

From police and have a chance in Supreme Court

Because we came a long way from kissin' feet for ya'

Nigga

I'm not sorry I can't be your

(nigga!)

In a past life I was piss poor

And all this school shit just tryna' make you miss course

Ironically..

I'm just tryna' keep you informed

Like, George Washington had slave teeth..

I can put the knowledge to rhythm

That's why you pay me

I'm out in Compton with my niggas bumpin' Jay-Z

And smokin' spliffs to the face, this shit is so wavy

Still tryna' do ayahuasca in a rain forest

They looked at us and thought pockets was finna' rain for em

Hell nah

I'm in a plane countin' the dots like a train course

You in the field, but me and my squadron trained for it

In the smog...

Fog

Nü