[Verse 1: Vishnu Kumar]

Started up on the block as a young boy

These bitches, these labels is really annoying

I'ma dig up, I'ma plant my own soil

Ain't need no grills, when I got the tinfoil

Me and my boys, yeah, we jumpin' for joy

Sellin' out stadiums, wake up and join

All of the normal days really get borin' (be)

Wish I was shleep, cause I'd rather be snoring

If you ever get shot at me, tell my peacock raincoat

77, that's a 49 hundo

Mumblin facts, special effects like you know

You gotta shot I keep it sweet like mango

Yeah, catch up, catch up

Shit, gotta get it and hold

Gettin' these hoes, yell at me bro

All of these boots stamp, stamp

Military generals' gentalia, ooh, all in battalion suits

I'm in the back of the maybach

I flipped the script

Now I'm with several shits

I was irrelevant

I think I know how to sell it (ahh)

That hot dog look kinda dry you sure you ain't want no relish? (be, yuh)

That burger look kinda unhealthy you ain't want no lettuce?

These bars is my fetish

I get this shot, I'm making it up like a sandwich

They call me the lyrical bandit, I hand it out

Can this get sweeter, like candy

Fix up the manny, you canny

Can't even say that, I ain't want no label

I wanna get public but viewed in this angle

It's strange how I know that

I just got the visions

But I cannot reach this shit

You might say that it's hard to get by and shit

I ain't pippin' shit, bitches be trippin' shit

How I handle it?

All my homie wildin' when I get in this bih

You know I got this shit forty in the back of the whip

That's a maybach, Get yo way back

Get you name snatched, wave cap

Same match, girls when they lanes met

Say that kid, it's a 50 dollar jacket

Save that bitch, I know you ain't hollaback shit

Started up on the block as a young boy

These bitch, these labels is really annoy

I'ma dig up, I'ma plant my own soil

And need no grills, when I got the tinfoil

Stupid ass, stupid ass, stupid ass boy

You know that rap shit ain't gon' get you no toy

But this shit is fun, I ain't even go lie

Press on the gas and then drive, yuh

Press on the gas and then drive, yuh

Press on the gas and then drive

Press on the gas and then drive the machine, dead

I swear this shit on my head

Press on the break when I see no green, red

Step on this shit like I said

Step on the gas and then drive the machine, dead

I swear this shit on my head

Step on the gas and then drive the machine, yuh, drive the machine

[Interlude]

Yeah, hello

Oh, fuck

[Verse 2: Vishnu Kumar]

You ain't fuckin' with a man, who gone treat you like no other bitch

Baby hold my hand, I'ma treat you like no other then

Nostalgia hits me hard when I'm thinkin' bout' my sweety, listen you don't want to see me

Damn, we can't I just be me

I wanna wait till' my fears go away, I wanna get drunk and smoke weed all day

So baby let's lay down (lay down, lay down, lay down)

Girl I'm glad to be your shoulder, give you comfort when you cry now

Hey baby, won't you ride with me, ride

Baby girl let me show you the world, show you the world

You need a man in yo' life, these gangsters ain't treating you right cuz

I'ma get up on my bed, I'ma think about the things that I said, I'ma get up in my bed cuh (shit, fuck, yeah yeah yeah, scoop)

Yeah, I'ma get up on my bed, I'ma think about the things that I said girl, I'ma get up in my bed

I'ma get up in my bed, I'ma get up in my bed

[Outro]

My wish for you, is that you continue, continue to be who and how you are