Welcome to my reality , run it up hourly , sprint to da stacks , I’m my own boss in da trap I got perks but it ain’t come wit no salary , smoking on celery , da loud got my blunt yelling , screaming Nd hollering

Rap on the beat Nd it sound like I’m stumbling , fumbling da bag can’t never do nun of it , hit woods when I rap that’s just for the blunt of it

Word to the mother ship

Cuz I’m out the sky for real

Gifted way too different I must not be of this realm

Nigga pearling woods don’t give no fuck about a stem , in this bitch wit broski Nd sum thugs can’t leave out gang nd dem dule hill

Cuz these niggas really actors

Get around da bitches Nd they turn into sum trappers

I really came up out thе trenches I ain’t have no laddеr had to get it out the mud

I did it thuggin cuz it’s faster

At niggas necks I feel like a chiropractor

Jus want the sex you can keep lil shortie after

We in a session all you hear is gas Nd laughter , issa vibe issa vibe she a vibe I’m finna crash her

Eatin boujee bitches off a silver platter

Fuck her quickly I ain’t tryna pitter patter

She said we talk but I ain’t wit the chitter chatter

Outlined in chalk dey knocked his head off made it splatter

Hit the kush I’m in a coma now I’m living inna dream , look in the mirror see it clearer , is dat him or is it me

Either way dat boy da king

Any day I’m serving fiends

Billy Russell phone got rings , I get it in by any means

Off the muscle , off the schemes , come wit money issa green

Ain’t tryna tussle , here’s a beam , ain’t wanna fuck her popped a bean

Can’t let nothing in between

Me Nd me including me

Scheme D M me aye Freshie

It’s been a second here’s sum beats

Couple months went by at least

I said let’s work he said agreed

I’m a pit without no lease

All my whips ain’t got no lease

I be speeding drinking lean , see me speeding thru the streets , freshito where you goin g

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Irreality

Welcome to my reality , run it up hourly , sprint to da stacks , I’m my own boss in da trap I got perks but it ain’t come wit no salary , smoking on celery , da loud got my blunt yelling , screaming Nd hollering

Rap on the beat

Sound like I’m stumbling , fumbling da bag can’t never do nun of it , hit woods when I rap that’s just for the blunt of it

Word to the mother ship