If you're dealing war, backwards stay far
We're dealing with truths and rights
Come some more into my sight
Yeah
On my Trump and Hillary now watch me F the nation
I got my visions and my destination
Mookie told me I was gifted and the rest is patience
That was when they try to catch me on some extra fake shit
But i ain't Russ, I pull the trigger with no hesitation
A couple plaques and a grammy im forever chasing
Blowed out loud, Harley Davids' til I'm hardly famous
They ain't know my name, but still I'm on their party playlist
I've been blazin, only hit the Jay in moderation
I feel amazing, word to yay this shit is innovation
When the Queen follows Alex out in Puerto Rico
Then they switch up watch me trick em like the annexation
They ain't sign me 'cause I'm not black and ain't racist
So I hit my brother back and said it's back to basics
I ain't even got to act or entertain or fake it
Four milli views in three months, that's some validation
False allegations on a hoe named Bella
She fucked my homie than she sucked my other homie dry
She was embarrassed i was poppin', so she chose a lie
My other Homie said, he wish have fucked the hoe a try
Yeah, I'm still ain't fearin death, i'm trying to leave my past
I'm feeling bad but in my mind, I'm must secure the bag
I was working every day and this is acting Harvard
I could barely clear a check, back in me and Marcus
Or pay the rent, but i was trying to get my season started
I'm like stephen when im hot, I see the speaker knocking
Its a fall and shorties all call now
Back in austin and they all saw now
The way they oh and they all fall down
My brothers from the junk, now the all ball now
Iced out jaws, like I'm Paul raw now
Iced out jaws, like I'm Paul raw now
I've been in and out these hoes mouth
Here the name drop
The wanna diss, i can flame jaw
Watch me drop flame
Got medusa on my boxers, I don't rock hanes
Ferragamo by my pockets, man a lot changed
But still look at all the work we did
I dont sleep but they sleeping on me, early shit
I did smile at my haters on some pearly shit
Liquor in my cup, got my vision on some blurry shit
Now we in a trap, someone tell me where the birdies is
Shot a 30 on the back, all my birdie shit, thats a ernie shit
Still high off of L's
I'll be on my Curry shit
Young demigod call me Perseus
Now we out in lala
Chillin' by the beach, so worryless
But I just want a super pretty face on a curvy bitch
And I'll be macking all these hoes, Imma burn this shit
And plus some mag for the loading on some Kirby shit