God is gnarly, I'm high as Bob Marley, I'm ridin' on a Harley
Rest in peace my lost homies, know they watchin' down on me
Rest in peace my haters, I'ma make you drown, homie
Swear I'm not a rapper, I'm just sick of these dudes around me
Definitely not my big homie, stop tryna sign up on me
Tryna hate up on the gang, they hate that I'm makin' money
Smokin' Dez, it's lookin' like some honey, smokin' bed to bed
I'm high as hell, I feel like Jay Black when he on Tenacious D
You don't want me in the club, I'm blowin' up the VIP
I went berserk, I grew my wings too high up, they can't see me
My mixtape crackin', hit the streets, you talk to me, you don't know me
I mix it up, I switch the beat
R.I.P. the new dude that I was, I killed him off
Take your chick out to eat, then she wanna go and hit the mall
Shoulda seen her face when I told her I had to drop her off
How you think I ball? Gotta get these packages out
I'm in the kitchen and I'm straight whippin' up this sauce
Like a remix on the track, the way I'm whippin' up the dough
I'm with my mans up in the kitchen, he about to hit the road
Why my bitch stay trippin'? I swear that it's gettin' old
You can't really trust me, drop the package off, it's gettin' sold
We don't have to talk about nothin', goin' state to state
I swear we always on the road
Yo man so f*ckin' broke, he look like he live on Skid Row
They bummin' ass dudes, actin' like it's okay to be po
They thinkin' it's Ukraine, the way that we in this war
I swear we gotta load that plane if we really goin' tour
And there gotta be a way that I could bring my blow
Yo man is straight down bad, he know you growin', not a show
Bitch, I'ma show it while I grow, don't rollin' in that Range Rover
Yo bitch keep textin' me come over, swear up
One of these days I'ma act like I don't know her
My heart broken, ain't no way to fix it
Swear I'ma drop more mixtapes than them biscuits