[Verse 1: Martin $ky]
Boy I swear I've been up on my own shit
Boy I swear I think that we the coldest
Made the hottest shit comin' from the city right now
If you ain't know it now you better take notice
And I'm in my own lane, I don't fuck with you niggas
My circle's so small and it's full of guerillas
I baby these niggas, hats off to your city
Keep your pussy ass beats, I ain't fuckin' with the little niggas
Blindfolded, see through the bullshit
BCC from the scene, take a sec for you to see me
Tryna put a label on me, people couldn't read me
It's a shame you don't listen way harder cause it's easy
Holler with the dollars if you need me
Niggas really livin' and I'm shit I'm yellin' "mothafuck a freebie"
Knee deep in a damn beat In the chorus so steep
Tryna eat and the grind finna feed me, uhh
They shit don't bang like my shit
Flow through them vibes on your lonesome
This beat that autopilot
Too cool for the new school, class is in session
Get left way behind when I write this
And the spliff get rolled by the minute now
That you mention it, hold up finna light this
You can find me walking down state with my head high
You already know a nigga hittin' tokes
Look up in the mirror I see red eyes
Blue flame got a nigga floatin' in a smoke
New wave got niggas floatin' in a boat
Niggas mad they hatin' all on the low
And she came with the drama, had to let her go
I've been killin' for a minute if you didn't know
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