[ Featuring Dougless Inu ]
All you tattooed, trap rap dudes
Backpack fools get paid
All I'm a do is be mad rude
Like Stunna back in the day
No more shows, no more hoes
So get the f*ck out my way
Ball hard to get new shoes
F*ck with me and you catch a fade, ayy
I'm a born again hustler, molded from clay
My shit sound like some shit from way, way back in the day
My news been wrong
My blues been strong
Dan threw me in the den
Rasta lion brought me back and he forgiving my sins
I'm a man on fire passion light the wick of my heart
No more funds
Soldier guns
Refund my kickstart
Rap and drugs
Need more love
Hands beating my chest
Crack and thugs
No more hugs
I just want be the best
Like I just can't decide why me
Sike, I'm a lie
I'm enlightened these
Niggas never really could roll in peace
In the time that it took
Got to look quite genius
Sauce caught a wave
And the moves got seamless
Hoes don't behave in the ways I need them
Put them aside to align my demons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
'Cause I got paper
Dog you a crawl for a Benji Franklin
Bittersweet love baby girl I got flavor
Partly because I hardly fit in
Ahh ahh
I Milly Rock
Really I been
Plotting a milly out
Since about ten
Yachts and the whole block got for my kin
Yeah it's nothing
What
All you tattooed, trap rap dudes
Backpack fools get paid
All I'm a do is be mad rude
Like Stunna back in the day
No more shows, no more hoes
So get the f*ck out my way
Ball hard to get new shoes
F*ck with me and you catch a fade, ayy
