text: Uhh
  Im Slumpin 
  Slumpin 
  Slumpin
  Chasing dreams that are bigger than me
  Only things that used to matter was pussy and tree 
  And praying that the racist cop wont erase me
  Ignorance is still bliss
  No accountability
  Falling for the one girl
  That I take the time to
  Text back 
   the facetime
  I guess I backed the 
  Why you trying to back 
  And nigga Im on my grind
  You were 
  Its the money over bitches
  Headshots to any snitches
  Got your niggas
  Digging ditches, you dont wanna try me
  Roll this fire tree
  All I sell is fire tree
  Broward got more drama
  Than the 
  See, you wasnt there from the start
  You tryna hear cause Im popping
  Im the shit, no fuck
  Cause these bitches molly popping
  This, TENSAKI
  A picture of my life
  Struggles, the strife
  The dark and the light
   Tryna see
  Can kill, like and King
  Watch your back
  People saying you changed
  Do you, just do it yeah the nike saying
  Niggas trying to kick it
  Youll soon wanna fight me
  Saying Bitches on my dick
  Used to walk right past me
  Spit till my motherfucking throat gets raspy
  Fuck that shit bitch
  We getting slumped round here motherfucker
  Motherfucking bitches on my dick
  Niggas dont know about this shit, bitch
  Niggas wanna be like me, bitch
  Uh, Im just a young nigga
  Thats seen all the worlds evil
  Afraid of my demons
  Ashamed of my people
  You think were the same
  But surely were unequal
  Lifes just a story
  Im waiting for my sequal
  Uh, I got my third eye open
  So I can see evil
  Looking at society
  You all are just 
  Youre voiceless
  There is no
  We, the people
  Look at our mind
  Bitch it is so feeble
  I think I need to stop taking Satans advice
  Just cut down on my wrists
  Jus stop rolling the dice
  I wish I could warm my heart
  Cause that shits colder than ice
  My lyrics leave silence
  Make you quieter than mice
  Ahh, Yeah
  Bricks, Bricks
  Yeah, Yeah, Stick, Stick
  Uhh, lightskin bitch
  And she look like Keisha
  Had to queef on me so she look like Keisha
  Your bitch look Queesha
  By bitch 
  Pack another hoe
  And I hit her with Denisha
  Nae-nae
  Your hoe look like shay-shay
  Your hoe wanna fu- Haha
  Stick, Stick
  And I pull out the big
  I got lots of hoes on me
  I got lots of fuckin bricks
  Stick, Stick
  I got money on me, homie
  I pack a pistol
  Nigga, if you want it
  I get on me
  Whooh
  Get it off me
  Your bitch your coffee
  Drink that pussy, slurp it like Its coffee
  Toffee
  I be talking to my niggas in the back of the lac
  All my niggas with the triggers
  We be pistol popping
  I pull it out
  Dont give no options
  Got your homie running, gunning
  Gunning all your homies down nigga, Ahh