(Chorus)

{Ayyy let me light the haze, give my mind a break, I’m trying to fly away

Wrist GAME got no time to PLAY

Got RICH HOMIEs now, you feel some type of way} x2

(Verse 1)

If you didn’t now you know, said if you didn’t now you know the name

Find me living in my zone, probably sipping with some more to drank

Y’all been trippin over hoes, I really think it ain’t the hoe to blame

I just hit it then I go, said I just hit it then I roll again, Uh

Feel like a rollin stone, I’m just a rollin stoner

Check how I roll a cone, feel like a rollercoaster

Always ignore the phone, when I’m suppose to show up

Leaving her all alone, only to call a hoe up

Yes I’m unfaithful, shit you never did believe in me

Forgot I get these bitches easily, shit I know not to SWEAT it when she feels the HEAT

I just go cop the next bitch if I feel the need, kind of flexing I know you’ll agree

TRAPPIN cause my niggas rule the streets

I’m the diamond in the rough but the one that’s actually trying to turn to jewelry

Swear this rap shit isn’t new to me, yes this rap shit isn’t new to me

Truthfully who could be…better than I? Hope he ready to die!

Don’t ever deny ya boy the number 1 spot

Finne SLIDE in like I’m trying to get a fucking dumb THOT

Its enticing trying to find a way to make you all cop RhAPso

Got these other rappers thinking how to stop RhAPso

They can’t top RhAPso, cause they not RhAPso!

Whoa

(Chorus) x2

(Verse 2}

TIME is MONEY, what that mean? Shit it’s TIME for CHANGE

Fucking every girl that got away, only stressing ‘bout the finer things

Like trying to choose a marijuana strain, Swear the haze take me FAR AWAY

So FAR AWAY, and that’s word to Smdt

Feel like shit I Know the game, I just don’t know how to work with it

Swear every single fucking verse is just; bitches and bottles

I’m living in sorrows, with the writtens that I wrote, can’t spit him for y’all though

You listen to awful rappers that spit it like Ralo, the difference is I don’t! My nigga shit I go

Harder than any Viagra ever could, rep the HOOD till we get (FAME)ous from ENTERTAINMENT then we’re good

Get some kush, chill with the bitches that ain’t even give us a second look, guess we pushed

Fuck dumbing down its still underground except the hook (Yeah)

I don’t think I’ll ever change, I don’t think I’ll ever change up

I know its hard to remain, the artist you thought you became, but

Y’all can go on with the hate, y’all can go on with the hate cause

When I get on with the gang, I’ma let all of you praise us (yea yea)

I’ma let all of you praise, I’ma let all of you praise us, I’ma let all of you praise

No I don’t target the fame, do this shit all for my day ones

Know what’s the hardest of things, being a martyr shit straight up (up)

(Chorus) x2