[Intro]
Yeah
And this is exactly what I do n***a

[Verse 1]
I got the aura of some Stace Abrams (Fresh)
I play the backend n***as never see the paper stacking
Climaxing, relaxation at the office
Taxation when your family is paying for hour coffee
I posted in some bright Nikes, shoutout to the standouts
One of your homies got knocked out
You was the first one that ran out
Damn all the trees done ran out
Can’t go to the weed man with my hand out
Ran down a flight of stairs with my bike on my shoulder
My oldest nephew a soldier
Rest in peace to my homie Fleet, peace to Misha G
Shouts to my boy big Town he eat the [?]
Shouts to my n***a double L Cape Town is where you find me
I’m by the forest no sign of pine trees
Don’t mind me
N***a they gon’ rewind me
It takes time to be this cold they ain’t trying to sign me
It’s a DIY world don’t get caught in the shit slipping
Because your whole career could be somebody else’s mission
The distance is to keep it more than six feet
You ain’t gotta wonder who it is n***a
This V (Me n***a)
I been rejected, neglected and separated (Facts)
It took a long time , long as the message made it
Seems to be fading debating if I’m the greatest
N***as not cold because they draped in the latest (Naw)
Drive away from my wheel so fast (Skirt)
Keep a towel by the pedal so the heel won’t drag
I don’t like tight jeans I like to feel my stacks
Baby no air in my pillows please feel my sacks
Green loafers my whole team coaches
Rolling up sticky as I sit on the cream sofa
Cherish life before it’s gone
Put all the weed in a duffle I’m going home
[Chorus]
Scheduled design, scheduled design
May we go around, go around 7,000 times
Scheduled design, scheduled design
May we go around, go around 7,000 times

[Verse 2]
I’m sick of the same shit different toilet type of days
High as hell on the low end boiling up the haze
Destroying all the old phases, amazing, accomplished, astonishing
Victor is the shit when he vomiting
That’s another way of saying I’m spitting these bars
Can’t rap about rappers next year and still get a job
The biggest problem with odds is nobody playing the end yet
How many rappers I done fought without the semi man
Mix tape placements not doing shit regardless
It’s legends asking internet to tag the hardest artist
Then they jump into the aspiring artist email to ask if they’re hungry
Then turn into vultures and ask them for money
But the thing is it’s not even the legends that’s doing it
It’s a big ass company that slid in to ruin it (Fuck)
Pay the legends so they hand out their handle
Then they suck money from rappers man that shit is a scandal
The world evolve but I’m never changing (Naw)
I tried to smoke with Queen Key before she got famous (Baby)
On my birthday I knew she was gonna be a spin goddess
I wasn’t tripping I still blew ten regardless
Me and Doc in this three bedroom apartment on top of a parlor
I offered a lot of rappers charter
I done moved on from targeting rappers now Greenthumbs is happy
The rappers that I don’t like is still on the attack sheet
(I’m happy dog)
No n***a gon’ back me I do this shit alone
Everyday I put the keys in my home
So what that tell you?
I’m never gon’ lose far from failure G
It’s always gonna be somebody displaying jealousy (Gems)
So while you’re here n***a just inhale the weed
My n***a form NY about to mail the weed
It’s a chore to say alive to the core
Kush got smoked time to ride to the store
[Outro]
And that kush got smoked, gotta go back to the store
And that kush got smoked, gotta go back to the store
And that kush got smoked, gotta go back to the store