(Verse 1)
Yea I sip drank and I blow trees
I only smoke Kush like a OG
blowing Wi-Fi like 4G
lean...dripping out the seems like a oil leak
watch me inhale and exhale
all the damage that my past dealt
till I pass out
while I paint vivid pictures from my past with a pastel
smoke in the wind like a chem-trail
I'm always too high to give a fuck
I could let you let me down
but I'd rather live it up
they'd rather kick you down
and watch you give it up
then help a nigga up,
what the fuck,
looking back where I come from I guess I wasn't raised like that
silver spoon aint where i come from but I'm tryna get paid like that

(Hook)
I'm just tryna touch a mil,
put my fam on top, till I got land on lock
riding thru the city one hand on the wheel
and the other on a glock
like I'm ready for my shot
bitch I'm focused like a red dot
dead shot
taking headshots for the spot
Big Shaq status, man on fire yea man too hot

(Verse 2)
Yeah I talk shit but I back it up
All the shit you talk got me cracking up
I aint really with all that vernacular
I'm just me... nothing spectacular
Don't make me cross you out
Like I'm tagging up
I aim for the jugular like Dracula
Better be careful what you asking for
For someone show up to the front door where you shacking up
But it aint gotta be like that
We aint really want no trouble
Wed rather stack it up
We just tryna touch a mil
Without signing a deal
We aint gonna settle
For less, everything we touch is finesse, we got the city on lock like burgess leave em in the shadows like vignettes
holla at ya boi if you want next
I said holla at ya boi if you want plex
Bitch it aint threat, its a bet
Fuck yo set, fuck yo fam, fuck yo click, if you hatin on the kid
Trigger finger got a itch, 44 or 38 on a bid, bitch this is how I live
dont you play with da kid, make me pop off at the lid,
Catch you in your crib while you sleeping like sids
All my niggaz got kids
So dont play with that shit
Fuck a map bitch we take you off the grid

(Hook)