They wanna see me pick back up, well where'd I leave it at?
Finally here, Imma star with the timing. My swagger is chill and my flow is reclining.
Nickel for my thoughts, dimes in my bed. Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head.
I don't really have a gimmick or a 'thing.' I'm one of the few artists who gets to be himself every day.
They tryna shoot down my flight before it lands
It's great when two strangers become best friends but not when best friends become two strangers.