Lyrics: Preston Sigrist
Music: Preston Sigrist
can't fall asleep, getting to the bag
silver links w a sliver clasp
burnt wrist, needa ice pack
n u know i tax for the fire pack
talk that shit but u got no class
feelin blue n my eyes match
too lit bro u can't match
keep a buddha in my backpack
And it's prada it cost like a rack
But it's not a problem
Imma make it back
i got problems but i get the stacks
pack a bowl, call that shit a snack
2021 Defender, in the back
i'm w ur girl n baby got back
watanabe fallin off my ass
u don't know my story u jus know my swag
if i'm at a party i'm prolly out pack
smokin marley only grade A gas
purple green like barney, this ain't just some grass
turn into a movie, kick it w the cast
white air forces don't got a scratch
i just became a god off 100 caps
prayer beads on me, never lack
when will i understand, when will i see past
she keep askin bout my zodiac
star in the scorpion at half past
i'm in the zone when it's overcast
i'm alone but i ain't down bad
got that straight silver bitch u rockin glass
im a shark i can't hang w bass
on my shirt undercover tags
i just make a beat then i ****ing spazzz
got this makeup on feel like i'm in drag
bought a preroll n i take a drag
**** w me n imma do the dash
money comes n goes but i keep it movin fast
take a sip n i flick the ash
keep my mantra up i got it ina tat
keep elixir on my like it's clash
i'm about the bag bro i'm passionate
brought an extra J im not passin it
prada colorway, grey, there's gas in it
they might steal my flow, i should patent it
slayin looks, i guess i'm no pacifist
shit is tooo real, there's no accidents
what's a hero without an antagonist
yasuhiro what i'm stepping past em in
flow too cold, get my jacket, fasten in
(just close ur eyes, the sun is going down
you'll b alright, no one can hurt u now)