#SZN Byron Juane & nobigdyl.

[Intro: Byron Juane]
Yeah, yeah, I don't even
Nah, I'ma just
Poetics bring the drums in

[Verse 1: Byron Juane]
Throw it like Brady (Like Brady)
Spirit on me, you can’t hate me
Know that I’m contemplating
I got a new persuasion
And she bad and Asian
And she call me first
I had to know my worth
I had to kill the snakes
I had to pray to God
That I ain’t lose myself
Had to pray God
That I ain’t lose control
Had to pray to God
For my own soul
I'ma black man, black man king (Ayy)
With a black car, with black seats
Ayy, with a black squad that own their own masters
We ain’t house rapping
Copped a new Chevy
With a key start
We ain’t Maybach
Had to boss up
I got that bag on me
I’m my own backing (My own backing)
Back to the jump
Back to the back of the trunk
I've just spent eighty today
Text her that I’m on the way
Schedule got freed up today
Usually eighty meetings
Eighteen plated on me
Soul been glowin' easy
I got things to water
Ain’t it growing season?
Who you know
That never falls though any season? (Brrp, brrp)
Any reason