[Chorus] x2

Writing something fresh best believe that

Sleeping on the kid like a beanbag

I mean that, let a player hate, me I wait

No relapse, tree sap, fishy mob

Several different breeds man

Keep a lot of birds with me

All different seeds and

Long time running this

Blew up in the valley

Grew up in the alley

It’s the wrong way to be, Sam

But when I say I see it know

A nigga really mean that

[Verse 1]

Selling out daily breaded up like Crisco

But I’m a long way from San Francisco

Silicon Valley been the wave like a surfboard

Ready set go don’t ask me to work more

I been going ham on the plate like a workhorse

Little itty bitty thing, shorty likes to work for it

I’m a give her all this damn, wait

Let me post up, bust down with my first whore

Looking like a lick stepping out like a turnover

Switched it up quick on them, big facts

I’m not even flipping

I spend racks, drip that

She dropped the location

I pulled up and slid back

Rig wax, pig skins

And plenty of mixed tracks

Fell with no parachute

I paid a big tax

Now she all on me

I can’t get my shit back

Queen of my soul, baby

Shout out my old lady

I’ll never fold, I make gold like a nugget a day

They don’t know that I’m punting this play

They don’t know that I’m punting this play

I just open arms and then the racks fly to me

Big dubs winning yeah that part fully

Shame on you thinking you thinking you knew me

It’s over, stop blinking don’t breathe, faggot sue me

[Chorus] x2

[Verse 2]

I was too high

Couldn’t come down

Suddenly I’m on top

Feeling space bound, and I'm great now

Sweetheart on my line said she loving my sound

All that you need is a ring and a gown, we could be something

The world never found, lost in a place where it’s cold underground

Faithful to you, faithfully me, dreaming of us, let’s figure this out

I’m a be honest satisfaction guaranteed, bees in the trap nap time

Slacking with ease, she is all that I believe I need, been on my team

That’s why I’m done with the schemes, a hundred percent

Everyone knows that it’s over with, I’m on my polar tip

Solar spit, sunrise to nightfall I might fall you might have to roll a bit

Double the dice and quadruple my stars, bars, probably going too far

I’m happy with you or apart, where do I start? You truly inspire my art

Come with me baby let’s run off to Mars

Call it a vacation, stroke above par

Tiger Woods likely could not have done better

My birdies official I keep them with me like I need every letter