Take a little trip Roll a little noise then make a little bit If Toonz on the track I'ma make a little hit Open up the back then take a little whiff No tobacco don't make me no spliff Funky for the function, getting faded in the whip Scared of the smoke, I can take a little hit You know I bounce back like Slamball Stand tall, my nigga What's the sauce if you ain't savoring it I'm in my season, you flavorless You a icon like a bait and click I'm a icon like Jaden Smith Grab the Nikon, yeah take a flick Fit from the thrift, I'ma make it look rich Little witch from the Chi saddle my broomstick Chasing a snitch She get up I hit it more 10 points for Gryffindor Matte black Tesla Interior Fred Hampton They ask what kinda car is that I call it Black Panther Pulling up in that Ryan Coogler I might pull a cougar Light skinned, big fro, oh good gracious Damn that bih bad like Angela Davis Take her for a spin like a mix from Nehpets I don't care about no relationship status We gone have juke party in my basement Chicago shit Clap for the kid like bravo Had a little trip Cortisol took me out the bag for a bit Now I'm back in it, I been down for a minute I was found in the Guinness for amounts of the realest Energy I've been giving I can brag a little bit Get it out the mud, put my hand in a ditch To preserve, had to swerve out the jam really quick If it's urgent, my nerves need the cannabis lit Pulling up to the club in my sandals again It is what it is, I've been handling it Got a vision, a mission, with a plan to get rich You know Uncle Sam got his hand in my shit I keep shit cool like a fan in a fridge Even when all of the plans getting switched Even with the news of my mans getting clipped Rather stand than to sit I been manning my ship I'm a man on my shit I remember sober days blazing no fire Now I'm burning joints all day like arthritis Heavyweight champs in my whole camp because we all fighters I guarantee that it won't be no stopping us Until our pockets on Anthony Joshua Knew since I was a fetus that I couldn't be defeated Rosa's oldest son I grew a rose without the sun I got Folgers on my tongue Waking these niggas up one by one Fathered a movement now come my son World in my hands til it numb my thumbs
Written by: Edgar Anderson Jr, Edgar Anderson Jr.
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