The hoes stop me at the light and I try be polite
They be talkin' 'bout brains, not a zombie in sight
Science guy, but some gangsters been my dawgs all my life
Whole lot of white, no Abercrombie in sight
Blow y'all out your job like Tommy tonight
I done let go all the fears I had all of my life
Like what if lines to my shows ain't as long as I like?
But after that I start thinkin' 'bout the songs that I write
And I be feelin' like, "Dang, I'm like Johnny with ice"
I'm probably bred for this shit like Bronny and Bryce
My niggas, it's possible (Yeah)
Plus it's only a couple stacks in that register you robbin' tonight
Trade it all for 2K, you like Ronnie with life
Who write your raps? New game, who wrote the rules?
Niggas rap fast, no new quotables, huh
Glock 19 way too totable
Fuck talkin', I'm not sociable
But thank you for asking
These days, no time for relaxing
Niggas hella young and be passing
Two shots, they want the vaccine
Economy been fucked up, how they taxin'
Let's go in on a foreclosure, throw a couple racks in
All of the things I see so sci-fi
Maybe that be sometimes it still feels very sci-fi for real
I ain't nothin' but a little spaceship from the Southside
If you don't know what's up
Don't bring it up
Don't bring it up
(Ayy, don't bring it up, don't even bring it up)
Yeah, ayy, ayy
Life's sweet, but like Stevia taste
The truth ain't always somethin' beautiful like Stevie'll play
Sometimes it look like Jimmy Butler do on media day
Let's be humble, y'all be braggin' 'bout some medium plays
Honestly, a lot of industry niggas tapeworms
Connected to the talent, but don't make no plays firm
Big crib, walk-in closet, weight bird
That way all them skeletons, they got a space firm
I'm a light bearer, that's why all this weight upon me
Japanese denim, folding paper, origami
School of hard knocks, ain't it funny we alumni?
Chopper singin' high-pitched like it's Moses Sumney
Walkin' through my past, tag along
Military mama, that's why all the camouflage
But I can't hide my feelings, how I miss her and grandma
Retail therapy, a lot of kicks like Van Damme on
Used to tell it before God turned the talents on
Southside, Raleigh, back when shit was analog
When the girls fast as rappers sellin' catalogs
One-on-one at work, that Foot Locker, obviously
She could pull the sneakers and a pendant to the side for me
Ball well, roll prodigy
Changed my life with a pen, wrote a odyssey
When it's all said and done, hope they proud of me
When it's all said and done
All of the things I see so sci-fi
Maybe that be sometimes it still feels very sci-fi for real
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