Buss down all white linen
I'm the black John Lennon
Touch down in the buildin
Tap dance on the ceilin
All my competition
Is still nonexistent
Roll up for my feelins
Just enough to feel it
Clock in all my minutes
Jock my leak replenish
Leave my faucet drippin
I'm not on I'm in it
Still ain't learned my limit
Holes all in my shirt
She still compliment it
Leather jacket with the studs just to complement it
All the goons know whats up you ain't supposed to get it
I could never die (yeah) try to kill a spirit
All that bullshit to the side and left behind
I'm so flyy
I know I'm that nigga
Been since the beginnin
Too deep in the game
For nintendo switchin
Loud all in my livin room wakin up the tennants
She know what we finna do when this blunt is finished
I won't be specific
Might get too explicit
I go all nine innins
Get my locks retwisted
Take a trip to venice
Kick back cook my spinach
If it ain't authentic
Don't approach me with it
I'm so flyy
She couldn't find a reason why (oh no)
Never had she seen I told her
"You ain't eva lied"