[Verse Lil Flash]

21 woke up with this real shit and I just hop on the table

They ain't real they be quick to cross you break ya fuckin' ankle

Yea I’m part Jewish so you know I spin a dreidel

Aye prolly need some quick breathes so Imma fuck with them labels

And my True game retarded

Yeah True game disabled

Come through shootin' shit like Jango

And the bullets look like tomatoes

And my blunt look like eggrolls

And we all gettin' them pesos

Ferragamo not no Prada

Aye boy I can fuck ya momma

You don't want no DJ Drama

Make a mixtape with yo momma

I want dollar I want comma

And no fuck boy I don't fuck with no oppas

Killin' shit man I should get a life sentence

Man I been finessin' since I was like seven

Gotta a whole lotta face make sure that you watch yo back

Hind yo back Its them snakes so you should purchase a strap

Glo gang off the zans and them flats

Bim bam click-clack

I made myself a bowl out of toliet roll

I'm a stoner but I only know that Og tho

I'm proud of my connections

This life is a blessin'

93' octane is my medicine

Mane i been finessin' since I was like seven

Mane i been finessin' since I was like seven

Run up on me wrong and imma up my weapon

And you know my best friend the Smith & Wesson

Og dope straight to the brain I'm killin' shit just like life sentence

I nust wanna ball just like the San Antonio Spurs

Damn this loud look magic man imma call this shit Lil Herb

Boy you actin' cowardly imma call yo little ass courage

Loud loud smokin' loud I know you heard it

I ain't got shit too do so I'm gone light up the pack

I ain't got shit too do so I'm gone flame up the thraxx

I've been smokin' dozer the dope yea its gas

Every once in a while I call hoes act

Finesse finesse school you gone learn today

Broskni shootin' everytime like its 2k Or like its NBA, or NCAA

It ain't no pump fake

So I'm a block it anyway

Bim bam fe-fe hop step to the right gotta get my dope lets go

Speakin' in code imma tweak with ya ho oh no

Rookie 223 yeah that GBE

Call it ? she gone t.o.p

Damn that bitch phone home just like she E.T

Mane I was in and out like a dvd

{I'm CP3)

Ridin' round in foreign whips ain't never seen the dmv

Skoot shit down like COD

Flex flex flex like RVD

The haters make me wanna get some Glocks

I need a street sweeper so I brought the mop

Gotta wake up with the strap by the lamp

You get whacked like its damp

Set you up like a stamp

And im thinkin' bout them racks

Theyll kill you just for fame ain't that a fact

So I'm gonna keep the gat

And you gotta keep protection

And I gotta count my blessings

Og gas that my medicine

My best friend his name Benjamin

Mane I been finessin' since I was like seven

And I been finessin' since I was like seven

Man this life is a blessing

Countin' my best friend the Smith & Wesson

Man I been finessin' since I was like seven

Man I been finessin' since I was like seven