Stepped in vibes like Obi-Wan

If I'm in a rave they show me love

Fingers in the pie, my rollie scuffed

Love to the females holding doves

Looking at me like the chosen one

Tell 'em it's cozy, if you don't know me

We can make friends, yeah I'm with Apex

Says she like bands so I showed her

Wait there

Me and my guys like rangers

Doing up qway from day 1

Circle lock like masons

Dem man minor mine are major

I don't really watch man too tough

Focus on my stunts like woo-haa

Got this games on its knees like ooo-lard

Only buy if it plus my mula

Man you know what I do

Man you know what I'm on

Aye pass me the bong

Yeah

Might write a song

No it won't take long

Know the grain to strong

Yeah

If the mood to long, won't do me wrong

Probably keep me on

Yeah

Probably keep me sane

No change but I still got train

No amm but I still like strains

In the sun but I still like rain

Big archives, I could drop a banger everyday

Master of the arts

Perfecting my craft

You know that I had to make em wait

I was down bad, had a little wait, had to make it shake

Uggghh

Then I put it down, back to the bars, I was out the way

Different different, conscious yute but I'm 'ignant

Been this way since Infant, no man curse my vision

Different different, still old skool with the biscuits, still move dumb but he gifted, still round town getting lifted

Different different, conscious yute but I'm 'ignant

Been this way since Infant, no man curse my vision

Different different, still old skool with the biscuits, still move dumb but he gifted, still round town getting lifted

Doing up pilgrims, tryna find mills in, yearn my pickings

Reap what you sow so I so my different

World is yours, come my children

It's B U be yourself

Free your mind, see the health

I've been down leaving hell, I was shook now I'm well

Rise and give tanks early, with a bad b code name shirley

And she rolls them backwards certi

And I love them breast, they perky

I like bigs ones, smalls ones, curvy

She want sip my tea it's earthy

I don't mind when them ones curve me

I don't mind when them ones curve me

Uhh, yeah

Running out of options

Oh shit

Just another day

Getting on my boss shit so you know I'm putting down the Jane

Camera gon' pan

Picking up pen writing down plans

Pullen hit me up, I just hit the stew, made another Jam

Ugh

No bread, good head

Got me dead

Burn the beat

Now its toast

Know to gloat

I'm the goat

Couldn't cope

With no hope

Now we spoke it, into existence

Now worked it with the persistence

He from London but he so different