Hook

I be fresh as hell woke up in some champion

I don’t fuck with 12 but I like the rising suns

I’m still a rising star and my legacy just begun

[Verse 1]

Aye

I told her I need space from that drama andromeda

Antiques in my closet I light 8 blunts like Hanukkah

When you rap it blow my high something like a harmonica

And I get my bitch from Mars but her name not Veronica

Aye

How am I? Bitch I’m good

Killing shit as I should

Gave my morning wood

To this bop look like she from Bollywood

Bape heads across my chest

Tommy sweats with the Breds

OJ glove on my left

Killed the game who got next?

I be fresh as hell woke up in some champion

I was in a cell like a mitochondria

If she like me I’m sorry she’s outta luck

You can tell by my pant leg and sleeve that I don’t do cuffs

I’m engaged to the game I be working from dawn to dusk

I don’t really do penny pinching keep ya two cents to ya self

My CDG got more hearts than a class on cardiovascular health

I’m actually a cyborg from planet Neptune

I’m blowing backwoods Hansel and Gretel

Kush got me very forgetful

Tommy bape Starter

My flow nuts George Washington carver

Matter of fact this shit crack like what the government started

[Hook]

I be fresh as hell woke up in some champion

I don’t fuck with 12 but I like the rising suns

I’m still a rising star but my legacy just begun