Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy Back again in this thing Real recognize real, man, I swear I've never seen you niggas a god damn day in my life Ain't no hittin' agendas bitch, we need that Guap straight like that [Verse 1] I'm a thirty Glock type, you a dirty sock type Funny, yeah, sitcom, Third-y Rock type Me, I'm on coin base checkin' stock price Checkin' rear-view mirrors when I'm at the stop lights Coin on Leprechaun, echelon rappin' Blessed with the flows and the methods y'all lackin' Y'all be tryna dumb it down, lessen y'all rappin' Me, I'm out here flippin' flows like an ethanol package I'ma make it happen, I don't gotta dick ride All my niggas with it, they ain't lettin' shit slide High for an hour, use the third eye anyway Hands-on holy feel, words on Hemingway Anyhoo I ain't been interested in the clubhouse 'Cause I can't be taking Zoom calls at the plug house Tryna reach the minds of the young niggas thugged out All the black leaders either Boujee or they drugged out [Chorus] Deeper they dig, the blacker my earth Think, they tryna hide my actual worth I don't need no cap I'm livin' my truth I broke through the ceiling, my feet on the roof Uh, blacker the berry more drippy your juice Think, they tryna hide your actual roots I black out the window and back up my coupe I don't need no theories, I'm actual proof [Verse 2] Ayy, uh How much is already chipped the hardest nigga here I feel like the greatest, I'm the Carter to my peers I know that the faith will take me farther than the fear Tryna keep the family first, the father of the year Gold on tuck got her panties on trickle Got these sour niggas tryna put me in a pickle Pickin' on a poet, prolly thinkin' that it's sweet Even Jesus kick it with them niggas from the street Show 'em that you never needed college for the wealth (Okay) All a nigga really need is knowledge of the self (Well, alright) Venice shit from Asia, you won't find it on the shelf (No way) Get the money, disregard a holly for your health (Yessir) Drop a little Henny in the cola, got me spinnin' (Oh) Wonder Bread neighbors always wonder why we winnin' (Whoa) Keep the preachy shit, 'cause I be comfortable with sinnin' (Uh-huh) Aboriginal, my origin was the beginnin', ayy (Bitch) [Chorus] Deeper they dig, the blacker my earth Think, they tryna hide my actual worth I don't need no cap, I'm livin' my truth I broke through the ceiling, my feet on the roof Uh, blacker the berry more drippy your juice Think, they tryna hide your actual roots I black out the window and back up my coupe I don't need no theories, I'm actual proof [Outro] "I believe in myself and my goals I am thankful for my friends and family who support me while I chase my dreams"