Introduction Lyrics

Yo, for real, listen to this homie

Hold on, hold on, I just got in this bish

(Countries deep problems)

Yo Listen to this homie

Yo chill

(Massive economic inequality )

(The ongoing racial despair)

Sampling Obama and shit

(The lack of basic health care for people who need it)

You got the blunt right?

Yeah no shit we smokin, we smokin

(It's woken a lot of young people up to)

I got them woods

(We think not just about ourselves)

(and all those adults that you used to think

Are in charge and knew what they were doing)

Yo this shit for real

Yo yo yo

(A lot of them aren't even asking the right questions)

I already got the hook for this shit

Check me out

(So if the world's gonna get better

It's gonna be up to you)

Bitch I dont look back like a gun on my neck

When i fuck no cap cuz it go to my head

When I got low cash she still love me to death

But the dash dont last if you dont take a step

Bitch, bitch its gas when i pull out the zip

On my 5th pint glass like its soda and shit

With a bitch like that you should call her a queen

Im a sassafrass cat yeah im sort of a fiend

Bitch i rinse, rinse, rinse, rinse, rinse

High up in my lyft, lift, lift, lift, lift

Cooking without wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist, wrist

So they can't tell me shit, shit, shit, shit, shit

On that, bish, on that, bish, on that, bish, on that, 8-ball, on that, bish, on that, bish, on that, bish, on that,

Stevie, on that, Ray Charles, on that, Ray Charles, on that

Whitney, on that, Adderall, on that

With some friends i had a ball

Love my skin, can't take it off

Yall aint shit like fentanyl

On that

bitch, I bet

On that

Skipping friends for checks

Rising with this bread

Bitch, I put product on it

Bitch, I put lava on it

My nine of hearts is on it

Balenciaga bogus

I put a dollar on it

I put your mama on it

You speak it a lot, I own it

You speak it a lot, I owned it

We don't exist for codeine

Still fuck the police, that's OD

Body on the street, that's code red

Thats warm blood, thats no peace, please

Bitch I dont look back like a gun on my neck

When i fuck no cap cuz it go to my head

When I got low cash she still love me to death

But the dash dont last if you dont take a step

Bitch I dont look back like a gun on my neck

When i fuck no cap cuz it go to my head

When I got low cash she still love me to death

But the dash dont last if you dont take a step

She still love me to death