Verse

Rap can't save me, but i could save it

Tho i rather get paid then get wasted

I dont care about the back in the day shit

Most these rappers out now ain't creative

Only thing that matter is if the stage big

Is there twitter chitter chatter bout your outfit

Are you lit? did you fuck another niggas bitch

Are you rich? can you hit the booth and make a hit

Im just focused on my dreams

Hook

Ima smoke more weed

Go to sleep, wake up repeat

Give the streets what they need

Then stack stack stack my cheese

Stack stack stack my cheese

Verse

I could do music with ease

Then go drink hennesy on south beach

You can get wacked for being on fleek

So to get some tlc you got to creep

Ima creep and i been high all week

I been everywhere on my two feet

Now im where need to be at my peak

And its a good day if i got new beats

Hook

Verse

Stack stack stack my racks

Get a strap so i dont get clapped

Put my mixtape on your phone app

Like flo rida i got the map on my back

When you spit straight facts then you snapped

I smoked five blunts then i took a nap

If i fucked her then her ass got smacked

If i made a song it had the most swag