Can do whatever I wanna do because (Check, check)
I learned from the, the greats
You know what I mean, I paid attention (Yeah, yeah)
And studied from the greats, so
A motherfucker could have the hit song on the radio (Check, check, check)
And I'll probably have a better show than him because
The way that I have everybody into it and the way that I MC is better than him
You know what I mean?
But you know, a lot of people don't know what MCin' is, so
Yeah, yeah
Sometimes I laugh to stop from cryin'
Turn off my phone, I'm ridin' in silence, got my (Got my)
Digi' dashboard kit in (Uh)
Vogues 'bout to spizzin (Uh), the drugs 'bout to kick in (Yeah)
Chasin' these ghosts, or is they really chasin' me?
I can see they face in my dream, wake up sweatin' and I can't breathe (Ayy)
I put a childhood friend on his knees for coke and weed (Baow)
He had some meth, I gave it to Mack 'cause I really don't fuck with speed, I got my (Speed)
Yeah, caught an angel when I clipped the wings
Jacka took me shoppin' up North, my California dream
Opened up the locks with the keys, we grow a thousand P's
Winnin' with the fiends, light the beam like Sacramento Kings (Sacramento Kings)
I treat these hoes the same and I don't trick or spoil 'em (Trick or spoil 'em)
She know I can afford it, so she won't abort it (Won't abort it)
My migo had that fire-fire 'fore he got deported
Snort and make your eyes buck like Bobby Portis (Shit)
Kane season, round-trip ticket to hell and back
Hundred precent pure crack smoke, bitch, you inhalin' that
Truck driver just got hit, I had to mail 'em back (Shit)
Fuckin' with that thrax, can't Cash App, I'ma Zelle 'em that
Yeah, investigations, stayed ahead of that
Lawyers on retainer, no favors, put up the bread for that (The bread for that)
This that motion picture theater rap (Uh)
Yeah, feds'll have a nigga scared to rap (Yeah)
Kane season, I'm in sizzle, they hit your Brillo, got your brain tinglin'
I ain't tweakin', but me and geekers fight the same demons (Yeah)
We both addicted, both conflicted
Needle or the base, he want a taste, he take it, both them bitches
Blood gushin', blood racin'
I'm in the backseat lookin' in his face, he ain't gon' make it
Too many bullets got his body shocked, he just can't take it (Damn, hurry up, nigga, hurry up)
We had to leave him at the ER as a John Doe patient, look at his family faces
Uh, yeah (Shit)
Sometimes I laugh to stop from cryin'
A homicide stay on my mind, I got my (Got my)
Digi' dashboard kit in (Yeah)
Vogues 'bout to spizzin (Uh), the drugs 'bout to kick in (Yeah)
Flippin' the page, these crackers playin' a different game
Is my people gon' stop from sendin' shit if Trump kick out the immigrants? (Kick out the immigrants)
Yeah, yeah, they might be on my head for that (On my head for that)
Uh, feds'll have a nigga scared to rap (Yeah)
Kane season, I fuck strippers, me and them bitches fight the same demons (Uh)
Ask the last bitch 'cause she left me for the same reasons (Yeah)
Yeah, we both addicted, both conflicted
Called me up a million times, I still be fuckin' on both them bitches (Yeah)
Host them bitches, post with bitches, on the Amalfi Coast with bitches
Money speak, my aura speak, so I don't gotta approach them bitches (Approach them bitches)
This that motion picture theater rap (Theater rap)
Niggas bit the flow, I had to steal it back (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put that dope up in that water and they said I'm workin' harder than a
Hit the 'partment feelin'
Yeah (Uh), yeah
Put that dope up in that water and they said I'm workin' harder than a
Hit the 'partment feelin' (Yeah)
Yeah
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