Yeah
Roll a joint, got a point
Sick of beats, blow that coin
Smoking weed with my gs
Blowing Os and getting rich
Dont ever smoke that seed ×2
Set me dreams high and I didnt ever doubt, now Im 15 already Im moving out
Dropping out of school and move to a new town, focused on my music and made it a new sound
I flew down like I was an angel of God and they can hate if they want but I aint dealing with shit
I be taking their spot with all the lyrics I drop, so they all got reason to be pissed, bitch
I play with words just like a game of Scrabble, with a point to music but they mainly ramble
Then Im trying show this whole games a scandal, with every song I put up on my phone
Like Swine Flu, Ive got to spread my lyrics, what I do is gonna hurt your feelings
Ive got IQ but no perseverance, youre a human body but a worm in spirit
So learn to steer it or you gon run in the dirt, and add another fucking colour to the front of your shirt
And now you wonder why the numbers come to me and youre hurt, talk shit Ill make you suffer like a mother at birth
A mother did first but still people saying I changed, gotcha thinking every statement in my lungs that I made
I promised all my fans that I would stay the same but they broke the promise when they gave the fame
Get a bag, of OG
Make sure theres no seeds
Yeah I rap and I grow weed
Yall gotta roll with me
I might eat it, I might lick it
But I swear Ill never bite it
Roll a joint, got a point
Sick of beats, blow that coin
Smoking weed with my gs
Blowing Os and getting rich
Dont ever smoke that seed ×1
It was you who didnt believe in my dream, now I make a lot of money while you struggle to eat
You said the views and the music wasnt for me, now Im abusing and using my power to be
The greatest on the mic, no other way to say it, say it
Actually Im not, Im stubborn and overrated
Acting all hard and calling a song Famous, still I had a dream and the balls to go chase it
While you sat in the class, I rapped what I felt now Im stacking the racks
Every single rhyme is a masterful plan, I attack with a pen and a pack in my hand
So fuck the people tryna jack my bread, Imma act like Jesus coming back again
Cause you see me in the sky while youre back on land, and Im always on a rise with the cash in hand though..
They say we fly as fuck cause on the billboards, were always higher up
And that fame makes the women fire up, until they shred my back just like a tiger cub
And thats wild love, now were getting frisky
Sipping liquor, quicker, gripping whiskey
Stripping bitter, Twitter bit this quickly
To consider me just as a little fishy, its a little risky
Like Finding Nemo, lost at sea with memories of people
Calling me the remedy for evil cause I fall asleep and everything is peaceful
Smoking diesel mixed with chronic just to find my place and keep my music honest
Now they use my name to try and gain a profit, but low-key Im getting famous off it
Roll a joint, got a point
Sick of beats, blow that coin
Smoking weed with my gs
Blowing Os and getting rich
Dont ever smoke that seed