Lyrics

[Verse 1] I hear the chatter, roll the chronic like it doesn't matter Given the lesser of two evils, always chose the later I'm raising hell until it's heaven, I spit the here and after Niggas ain't fucking with me, partner, I'm the fear factor You fudge packers want to [whine, I?] don't fuck with rappers I led my team to the top, bitch, I'm the stair master I get my green off the top, bitch I'm a lawn tractor They don't make them like me no more, I'm Studebaker packing And yeah I'm looking at you, you niggas looking scared Long tailed cats in the room full of rocking chairs Rocking airs, knocking squares, niggas know the mission Well the shit I be spitting is as hard as hillbilly hand fishing Went with my ambition as a writer, [now?] a writer to inspire Set a fire on a roll like [leotired?] Been a (?), we got higher, we got flyer My attire with the street brands, we need brand They can not fuck with me, fam [Hook] [Verse 2] Flamboyant nigga, big L roller Angel on my right, devil on my left shoulder I used to roll doja, now I roll over To exotic weed and women this is horticulture Import a pair of loafers, screaming fuck your sofa nigga Deuce bag, asshole flow toast a nigga