Off a pill

Where the roof go?

Two modes

Smoking kill to the tombstone

Dudes choke getting too close

My wrist two-tone

Whole crew know

I feel like Coltrane

All these blue notes

I’ve been stacking pennies

Baby checks, you don’t impress me

Spent your rent on new Giuseppe

To the cake like Little Debbie 

Got you weaving green and red beams

Circle small, Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Really out here Gucci stepping

I’m a jet, bitch I’m Benny

Chasing plaques off a Mac

Black on black to the Fendi

Bitch, I’m back on the map

That’s a fact, hoes ain’t ready

Stacking dead’s, mixing meds

Fresh to death

Bitch acting friendly

I got gems

You smoke stems

There ain’t shit you can tell me

Don’t step up in my session

‘Less you respect my investments

Sipping Stella in Margiela

Young fella in Heron Preston

Spitting venom

White denim

I’m telling you ‘take a lesson’

Don’t reckon I’m second guessing

I’m flexing all through your section

My kicks thump like karate

I bodied the beat

All this grind got me groggy

These ain’t Tommy Jeans

It’s trap or I’m rocking

Or more in between

Girl, I’m so out of pocket

Won’t stay in my scene

Off a pill

Where the roof go?

Two modes

Smoking kill to the tombstone

Dudes choke getting too close

My wrist two-tone

Whole crew know

I feel like Coltrane

All these blue notes

Bitch, I’ll do this by myself

Break my skeletal

YSL, Fendi belt

My shit hella cold

Raise the decibels

These other projects just don’t compare to me

I’m professional

No metronome

I’m hearing dudes spitting bars I already wrote

And I’m always getting technical

Through tinted Gucci spectacle

I still ain’t hardly met my goal

Let ‘em know I won’t settle though

You act like I won’t check you though

Man, nothings ever set in stone

I just found my tempo

My game’s X-mode

Baby, don’t approach

Getting to it from the get-go

All designer, nothing special

Tend to lie right through your dental

Make tenfold of what you peddle

Can’t keep my ass in the kennel

My level is off limits

You hitting the wrong rhythms

You hear me hopping through several

Can tell I rock with it

Is that what you call spitting?

Hotel room, we all sipping

Don’t fuck with no small vision

With every song written

They off of the wall dripping

I swear girl I ball different, ball different

My kicks thump like karate

I bodied the beat

All this grind got me groggy

These ain’t Tommy Jeans

It’s trap or I’m rocking

Or more in between

Girl, I’m so out of pocket

Won’t stay in my scene

Off a pill

Where the roof go?

Two modes

Smoking kill to the tombstone

Dudes choke getting too close

My wrist two tone

Whole crew know

I feel like Coltrane

All these blue notes