Ain't that just coincidental
That they want me now that I'm up
Tell them guys that they ain't welcome
Cuz they can't see past gyal & drugs
Change that g I'm blowing up
Same old team that's how I does
They've got P's
But I've got sense blud
And they can't see why I get love

Let me show them why
Take charge leme hit the soulful vibe
Spit bars sicker and it's so good live
Slick dark nigga with an open mind
Been that brudda from the way back when
Been that nigger from about ‘09
Over their heads
Skin tone separate alone from the rest
Now I'm in zone spitting every bar with my chest
I'm a different type
USB 4 Cor in 4 port
On my DAW as I live those rhymes
Two or three more and I'm sure
They be on to ya boy
Like a b**** online

You can read all about it
Don't watch me, the whole teams about it
Flow's worth P the whole beat's a bag
If we're not g's
I'm not g's with just man
It's a lot
Please don't ask me to just jam
In the hot seat
They know we could just bang
So they want me
They want me cuz I can

So I never need them types
More time I can the let ego slide
Flow cold they be wanting me on ice
Respect for days
The aim team a wage
I reset my ways and stepped to up to play
The head nod intensifies when I step on
Head gone
To no surprise, did I mention
Wait

Cuz I can't fail if I run this race
And I found me in the WV
But they found me cuz I got that

Ain't that just coincidental
That they want me now that I'm up
Tell them guys that they ain't welcome
Cuz they can't see past gyal & drugs
Change that g I'm blowing up
Same old team that's how I does
They've got P's
But I've got sense blud
And they can't see why I get love

They clocked on when the flute went big
Mask off boy
What ya run from, dibs
Everybody faceless these days
More time replaceable
When the scene locks in
I stay proud of my gap tooth
Picky head black yute
Crimson with all the chin
They act up on the snap
You didn't do that
Can't fool me, this ain't the look
They made tunes when the scene looked good
I made peas and the rice look mhm
They wanna ask for type beats
unlikely
unlike me
I'm just me
I'm good

(I'm good, I'm good)

Gotta cut g's when it gets too much
Tryna take steez when they pree what's up

Coincidentally
They listen too close to lyrics I wrote
And now they envy me
They say that crazy comes in 3's
What
C
What
B
What
Me
Hot
S
Dot
P
Dot
R
Got
We up
Late nights
Similarly
Early morning
Sing it with me
Weight cut
Niggas turn to slate dust
Slaked lime
Sweeter cuz it ain't yours
Bitter cuz they play mine
We came from the same walks
N****s wanna waste time