[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
I take a drag of the square, I feel anxious, spit dangerous
As the verbal appears, it's reflectin' my perspective
Beer goggle and fear, role model so hollow
Shadow adolescence and a gaggle of them bitches
Road to the riches still paved with the ditches
Get caught up in the hype, your career is for a night
I ain't these other niggas, 'cause these niggas is fake
They ain't poppin' shot, these niggas is Papa Doc
Fine as the shine, beam me up, and I'm ridin' Spock
No cryin' 'til I'm in a pine box
I got the bitches hittin' Mikey like where Zay at?
Prolly fuckin' on her friend, prolly L.A. at
Prolly plottin' on a mil', stayin' well fed
Bitch, don't run your mouth, we don't play that
Momma taught me better, can't count on niggas
Can't count on weather – go figure, nigga
They ain't worried 'bout this cheddar
Them niggas is sky divin' in my propellers, I don't feel 'em
Ain't tryna be no freshman, I'm chillin'
'Cause they'll bring a knife to the fight, and I'll kill 'em
Me and my niggas is hungry, we're willin'
To bring a little ho to the party and Meek Mill 'em
Yeah, I feel like talkin' my shit
Come in the house, actin' friendly, you can suck my dick
I'm prayin' for some good rappers and a Fleetwood
Why I gotta bring my A game? You just D goods
We don't wanna hear that weak shit, nigga, speak up
Rockin' old flows, cornrows, and a beeper
You niggas hoes, you niggas hoes, and I ain't even trippin'
'Cause we'll be laughin' to the bank and ridin' by these niggas
Mikey, bring that mink with your low body Bentley
Put the hood in the fuckin' trunk and bring the party with me
I take a drag of the square, I feel anxious, spit dangerous
As the verbal appears, it's reflectin' my perspective
Beer goggle and fear, role model so hollow
Shadow adolescence and a gaggle of them bitches
Road to the riches still paved with the ditches
Get caught up in the hype, your career is for a night
I ain't these other niggas, 'cause these niggas is fake
They ain't poppin' shot, these niggas is Papa Doc
Fine as the shine, beam me up, and I'm ridin' Spock
No cryin' 'til I'm in a pine box
I got the bitches hittin' Mikey like where Zay at?
Prolly fuckin' on her friend, prolly L.A. at
Prolly plottin' on a mil', stayin' well fed
Bitch, don't run your mouth, we don't play that
Momma taught me better, can't count on niggas
Can't count on weather – go figure, nigga
They ain't worried 'bout this cheddar
Them niggas is sky divin' in my propellers, I don't feel 'em
Ain't tryna be no freshman, I'm chillin'
'Cause they'll bring a knife to the fight, and I'll kill 'em
Me and my niggas is hungry, we're willin'
To bring a little ho to the party and Meek Mill 'em
Yeah, I feel like talkin' my shit
Come in the house, actin' friendly, you can suck my dick
I'm prayin' for some good rappers and a Fleetwood
Why I gotta bring my A game? You just D goods
We don't wanna hear that weak shit, nigga, speak up
Rockin' old flows, cornrows, and a beeper
You niggas hoes, you niggas hoes, and I ain't even trippin'
'Cause we'll be laughin' to the bank and ridin' by these niggas
Mikey, bring that mink with your low body Bentley
Put the hood in the fuckin' trunk and bring the party with me
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