Lyrics

I'm lit, like a Bic Lighter, Street Fighter Always play as Ryu A young tycoon Pursued everything they said I couldn't do And that won't slow up anytime soon 12 foot jumpshot wetter than a monsoon Surround yourself in H2O molecules Drown all the haters dare they ridicule I like to be a tool To advance society Expand your conscious And never lie to me I'm the hottest b Boy you will ever see Balance my chakras And dance simultaneously Most ni***s mad cuz they can't relate to me Cuz first you gotta know The meditation of the Indigo My third eye's on things you're unaware of Its like a fitted cap I.e. the new era Try to understand my vibrational minimum My dreams are breaks in the spacetime continuum I love how you forced your religious transcriptions And your addiction Of seeing me succeed in a way you deem permitted All that did was tell me to follow my fifth And let my perception flow from my throat and my lips I plead the first constantly And always think irresponsibly And I thought those were Reasons that you loved me You didn't have to put me down When you tried to let me down And I'm tryna cope with You not being 'round Rolling through the city Late night Clearing my mind So I can get right Trying not to steer off Into a sign Man what a plight Fuck it I don't need you I tried to take flight But ain't lifted off I got the yellow on my chest Like David Hasselhoff Don't talk shit Unless you ready for clapping off Ni***s looking at Censored They think he soft They forgot I know MMA And I'll end a ni***'s day All my life I had Hostility come my way So when I talk my shit I finally make all of these Muthafuckas pay Fuck what you gotta say I ain't tryna hear My interest is zero Your opinion ain't valid If you ain't a weirdo Always band together With my people Hit up the thrift shop In the Civic Engine purring like a kitten Know we finna make a killing Get me into pole position Now we balling like Krillin I got your girl And she been feeling All the music that we making She telling me she can take it So tonight she tryna make it To the crib Let me live Fam we eating Get a bib Holy moly the parole-y Is all over the OG We'll be all over the country And eventually France, b! Rapper squatting in the louvre-y Pull up in the coupé Load the suitcase And the uzi You know we got the fire Like some Cajun jambalaya Finna build my own Empire So shoutout to Terrance Howard