Haha

Go count my guala

I'd be a balla

He said son I know they know nada

Haha

Go

Haha

My serotonin open dopamine the potent regime

I been in and out of this madness had this bad as a teen

You monkeys mumble eat banana clips and flip magazines

I sharpen blades inside my mind, I meditate as a fiend

Living it raw the top is popping off the needle of space

Been running in place this race I run, Seattle trapped at the gates

How we got homeless people, lethal needles, evil disgrace

Inside the same fucking city, living in it Bill Gates

I find it silly what a pity witty mouth run the race

How fucking bad does it taste

To know the crowd loves the ace

I’ve had myself up my sleeve

I'm playing dirty again

I’m only cheating on this bitch because she fucking pretend

That I don't know she only on my dick for pictures on gram

Fuck it man I understand

You blow up, hoes be the fans

You show up older rappers hold the actors at the neck and then bend

Snap crackle the trend

Wack rappers attempt

To call me out like haha

Go count my guala

I told papa I'd be a balla

He said son I know they know nada

In come lion, income the monsta

Out like haha

Go count my guala

I told papa I'd be a balla

He said son I know they know nada

In come lion, income the monsta

Way before the days when Japmob had his hotboxed Mazda

Back when me and Sean we're copping bottles all from Target

We would roll to Bham on the LSD and prosper

Throwing up at parties where the invite wasn't offered

Drunk as fuck been fucking hoes no condom call the doctor

Doobie days with Popo in the basement of the Walkers

Sorry Mommy now I'm hardly walking, not a talker

How the fuck u think I'm getting home, off of this vodka

Running through the city degenerate getting witty

Stick a mini semi down your fucking throat if you against me

Pull the trigger, got a sliver left of patients I’ll deliver

All my old girls calling, balling

Why you still bitter?

New Fade

I said it be too late

Foolish on the mixtape

Lord he know the sick ways

That I been in this cage

Every since I dropped rage

They wanted a part two

Wait for it, you got to

To call me out like haha

Go count my guala

I told papa I'd be a balla

He said son I know they know nada

In come lion, income the monsta

Out like haha

Go count my guala

I told papa I'd be a balla

He said son I know they know nada

In come lion, income the monsta