Oh they want me to stark blacking
But i've been in the atmosphere relaxing
Photos in my phone from around the globe
Take me back and
I'm from Richmond and how the gun packing
And how that click clacking and news caption
Should be niggas suiting up for weddings not a new casket
Black on black Farrari's how we do the traffic
They want me to start blacking
Mess around and write new classic
Saxon phone playing let out my blues
I got stories for every mile on my (shoes)
My mind is stuck on a beach enjoying views
Nigga my bare feet, i meant a mile in my shoes
Been searching heaven i know it here
My eyes been bugging but not my ears
My taste my feels will never fails
I've been sick for a minute not signs of getting well
Step to the master and get impaled
If i can't reach heaven i'll raise hell
I got beef with Lucifer
Light my l on the devils tales, high as Jupiter
Still most of these artist is sounding stupider
Most of they music is sounding weird
Must be babies of computer love
I provide the in balance here
And let em loop it
If I'm moving through the city know the roof
Always looking for shooters bruh
They love to see you rise...
See you fall
Hope your number still the same when they call
Hope you're still down to earth as a star