Wake me from my dream again
Same one that it's always been
I hope it's the real you
Sugar dripping from your skin
Lord I need some insulin
I hope its the real you
I don't miss when I take my shot
Ego be a bitch
Ain't give a fuck what you think I'm on
Since I was a kid
I think I'm awesome we been on this
I pose for August let's be honest
We need to call this because we on this
I been flawless with the flows
Red light green light going with it
So conflicted
When I hit a nigga in the solar plexus
I always thought it was too rude to do it to em
But lately I been stuck in a ew mood with few rules
A new groove
Why ain't you dancing to your own drum
If I didn't know mine
I'd be throwing fucking tantrums
Like Dan let go of Brandon with the man bun
The white boys are getting scared
And brandishing their handguns
What
Well versed in never giving a fuck
So what
I'll get a hearse to put your ass in the trunk
Know what
Maybe I'm getting too hot in the cut
And I need to cool off
Or they gon kick me out of this club
Enough
With the bullshit
Smell it in all your cooking
When you open your mouth
A nigga just get a full whiff
Take a page out my book and
Quit with the ugly looking
Your mean mugging don't mean nothin
To me I be crooked