Lyrics: Deangelo Baldwin
Music: Deangelo Baldwin
Hook
Walking around my city, I get high to the ceiling
To numb all my feelings, ’cause I know they don’t feel me
So I hide the real me, but off the pills I don’t care
Like ready, set, go — what’s the move today? Just let me know
I’m ready to pull up, yeah, with my shooters
Real movers, yeah, they gon’ shoot ya out the sunroof
So you better get back or get hit with a MAC
Big boy better get back, hop out on him with the Glock
I ain’t with that chit-chat (uh-huh)
Split your brains like a Kit Kat
Yeah, hit your mans, better get back
We ain’t beefin’ over the internet
Nah, I ain’t really into that
Verse 1
We’ll pull up on your block with a Draco
Flits fah — he got hit in his mouth, bet that case closed
My girl got mad, she started throwin’ plates and elbows
Flits fah, flits fah — I weaved all of those
But still dealin’ with depression
’Cause my dad wasn’t there
Like I’m supposed to be screamin’ “Dad of the year,”
But nah… I’m lookin’ at these kids screamin’ “Dad of the year”
They keep makin’ jokes like, “Where your dad at?”
I still talk to him, but he don’t live with us
Hook
Walking around my city, I get high to the ceiling…
(repeat hook)
Verse 2
Yeah, I’m chasin’ the check, yeah, I gotta do better
When I hit the bank, I flex — yeah, you can see the sweater
Yeah, Margiela on the sweater, yeah, I’m way better
I’m doin’ better than I was back then
Nobody wanted to be my friend — but that was back-back then
Now I’m rappin’, pullin’ up in an Aston
You know that I’m crashin’
I be really rappin’, they call me a Martian
If they beefin’ with us, I call the bros to tag in
Hook
Walking around my city, I get high to the ceiling…
(repeat hook)