I did shit on my own
Jay and Kanye
I'm feeling watching the throne
And if you just tuning in
Then go your ass to front
Guess it's story bitches
Get your blunts and bogs
Now I was a kite
So this details are vague
But I'm rockstar star baby
No more minimum wage
I'm pot star baby
Guess I'm living haze
Too many rolled backwoods
Still not enough for the day
Now I was West coast ridin
Better than that island
Born place where we stared the devil in the face
I'm from a place they like to call it massacre
So it's only right that the bag secured
Success the only option
It's the millions or the casset
Thinking on the blunt so much
Sometimes Don't even pass it
Bitch almost working
Money flipping like gymnastics
Y'all childish I'm passed this
Yeah I come 3 threes like a hat trick
Hitting every goal
Me myself and I guess I'm selfish
Brought your broad thru and smell fish
First bitch I spark the marijuana
I promise you can call again
But I don't really want ya
I'm just trynna smoke
And recite shit that I wrote
Damn this feel like a boat
With 4 wheels the way it float
Did you catch my f*ckong gloat
Bitch I'm the mother f*cking goat
And y'all the shepherd
Without me you wouldn't have
Clothed up your dresser
Working every day
That's how you know who im addressing
I promise that you great
With a lot of f*cking possibles
And nah You ain't stuck
You just seen a lot of obstacles
Trynna get it poppin
All I really want is cash
Give a f*ck about the popular
Bitch I'm tom cruise every win
Was so impossible
Still I get it