Honestly, I can tell she like my swag

But it makes me wonder why she really wanna talk to me

Scab tee on my back, poppin' tags

At my show n I'm smoking trees

They tryna get behind the stage, bouncer ain't even got a page

Clothes flying on a plane, flipped 'em, I don't even gotta pay

Walk time, stay in place, real life feels like kayfabe

I was born on hallows eve, it's the only way that'd I'd stay

There's magic in the tru night, new moon it's a new day

Tripping like a deadhead, franklin with a bluе face

Mold me from the clay, feeling lost feeling truе pain

Like a llama spittin' on the beat, pitched fixed like T-Pain

I got tasco from the market, spilled it got a tea stain

I wake up with bedhead, get dressed and I still slay

I got my beanie on look like an Uruk-hai

I don't gotta stress it's not do or die

If I let go then I'll feel fine

Chasing racks in a trance, in a bind

I keep my roots low and my leaves high

Damn, you too slow for that sti

Like J.Lo where my boots lie

I stand 10 toes but I look fly

Blue man group 300 pockets

No plumber, got leaky faucets

BTC, digi wallet

I'm smokin' splifffys like comets

I don't got time to read comments

I'm at the spot or I'm walking

My canvas splattered like Pollock

I read the leaves like a prophet

I flip my jeans for the profit

Asking if I want promotion, you got ulterior motives

I run the styx, I don't cross it

Think I need a diagnosis I'm feelin' so fuckin nauseous

Smoke that doja, I'ma boss bitch

Don't like me, well they just talkin'