I gotta lean you, want the whole world But feel like nobody needs you I hit the streets and we found love, reanna singled Kick your eyes but it's hit fly with a bit I'm quiet but smoking loud, my team proud of the drink Every hour you waste these carols, crowding up space Make it hard for a real spitter Boss did a kill, niggas I'm gone Floating by lake with some kev stock market, my state Roof Chris for the state, knocking on street Dreaming the hungry heaps gaming, the only thing that I need is a bag It's me good weed, bad bitch on the regular Never passed me no regular, different schedule West coasts and it for semelacook Engineering my own life, got the term to levels up Make sure my vocals write, evil like the polka guys Lion buzzing, damn fucking fina, summer's 15 Head big dreams from rhyme loving, split screens in the fan I'm talking cinema, blocks office rated all Let's take it far, elevate the broke state case in the projects Smoking sound with me and lie to you, we probably a die fresh All I know is fashion, the blocking which I came from Practice at the range, fuck you think I get my aim from Selling kush, mama accent, would you get that change from Gotta eat, I'ma play this street until a change Come on me, call the body and told me to hide the same gun Blood up on the shoes and I know it got this pain from Wait until a fame come, fuck all the material You can't take them with you ex-refer, if I'm a fish you try to level shit Flow hot, like it's from the devil's lips Try to put myself in the position you will never get I'ma give my recalls