[Verse 1: Vaw Golde]
I’m sick in here, Rudy Gobert
You don’t go there, life so unfair
I’m so aware, but I cannot declare
For my freedom, I need 'em to live
I’m not a kid, off of the grid
All about stripes, like I’m Madrid
Y’all are so mid as rid of the 'cid
And the things I forbid, I’m a fish in a sea full of squid
Like damn, y’all can hate me tho?
I’m like HBO, but it’s showtime
When I show mine, got my homies suit and bow
Fuck a co-sign, got my goldmine
Got my own time, it’s a low line
But I’m so fine, damn, losing it
Slime, that's mucus bitch
Hallucinogens (Hallucinogens)
I can’t take them tho
Not OG’s, just might take the flow
You just insecure, well, maybe so
I’m like a baby doе, when that baby grow
You will maybe know, him on the TV
Wanna see mе on the big screen?
Rapping since 15 (damn)
Never been this clean, talent just bit me
Might have to take me a shot at Britney (fuck)
[Verse 2: Jayden Frye]
I need to write more and stress less
Need a bad bitch that's dressless
She like fashion, but I like it more when she dress less
I just been living in excess
More shoes and clothes
Bumping my shit when we cruise the road
I hit the record and lose control
'Cause you already know how the movement go
Cranking out music and living the dream
Whole lotta niggas wanna get with team
Balling like I was the Lakers and Magic Johnson, when they were missing Kareem
That bitch keep texting me knowing, I'm not responding, so I just leave it as seen
I got a appetite bigger than Action Bronson, and I been ready to eat
[Verse 3: Kevin Calderon]
I’m feeling like Carti, just wanna party
Jumping off ladders like Hardy
Look at safari, like my girls like Marty
I just went AFK for a lil' bit
I admit I'ma introvert, but I turn up
Like that man Uzi Vert
Skating tracks, Young Money board
Writing tracks, I'm getting bored
This too easy, press record
Fast forward, fast forward, fast forward
Kevin abstract with a passport, uh
Give me a bitch I ask for, yuh
Don’t like these angles like Travis, yeah
You got it, I already have it, yuh
I'm feeling the madness, 21 savage
Got kicked out my momma's crib
That ain’t even all of it, uh
I don’t care, I don’t
I’m sick in here, Rudy Gobert
You don’t go there, life so unfair
I’m so aware, but I cannot declare
For my freedom, I need 'em to live
I’m not a kid, off of the grid
All about stripes, like I’m Madrid
Y’all are so mid as rid of the 'cid
And the things I forbid, I’m a fish in a sea full of squid
Like damn, y’all can hate me tho?
I’m like HBO, but it’s showtime
When I show mine, got my homies suit and bow
Fuck a co-sign, got my goldmine
Got my own time, it’s a low line
But I’m so fine, damn, losing it
Slime, that's mucus bitch
Hallucinogens (Hallucinogens)
I can’t take them tho
Not OG’s, just might take the flow
You just insecure, well, maybe so
I’m like a baby doе, when that baby grow
You will maybe know, him on the TV
Wanna see mе on the big screen?
Rapping since 15 (damn)
Never been this clean, talent just bit me
Might have to take me a shot at Britney (fuck)
[Verse 2: Jayden Frye]
I need to write more and stress less
Need a bad bitch that's dressless
She like fashion, but I like it more when she dress less
I just been living in excess
More shoes and clothes
Bumping my shit when we cruise the road
I hit the record and lose control
'Cause you already know how the movement go
Cranking out music and living the dream
Whole lotta niggas wanna get with team
Balling like I was the Lakers and Magic Johnson, when they were missing Kareem
That bitch keep texting me knowing, I'm not responding, so I just leave it as seen
I got a appetite bigger than Action Bronson, and I been ready to eat
[Verse 3: Kevin Calderon]
I’m feeling like Carti, just wanna party
Jumping off ladders like Hardy
Look at safari, like my girls like Marty
I just went AFK for a lil' bit
I admit I'ma introvert, but I turn up
Like that man Uzi Vert
Skating tracks, Young Money board
Writing tracks, I'm getting bored
This too easy, press record
Fast forward, fast forward, fast forward
Kevin abstract with a passport, uh
Give me a bitch I ask for, yuh
Don’t like these angles like Travis, yeah
You got it, I already have it, yuh
I'm feeling the madness, 21 savage
Got kicked out my momma's crib
That ain’t even all of it, uh
I don’t care, I don’t
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