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It should be clear by now that I'ma keep on rapping

I ain't touch the M just yet, I gotta keep on stackin'

I can tell by the smell, I don't need to see the package

I been in the stu every week, what you think gon' happen?

You hear what I'm tryna say?

I gotta spell it out?

I guess I ain't gon' have a lot of rave until I sell it out

And don't try to say I ain't call it, I'm tellin' you now

I only smoke Cali, so somebody gotta mail it out

If it ain't no real za, I am not gon' cop

Until every pocket got a knot, I am not gon' stop

Brodie got a beam on the Glock, he is not gon' box

Told him they can meet me at the top, and if not, just watch

When I finally get the coupe, I probably blow the engine

All these niggas wanna rap in hoop, I ain't no different

Stay with clever lines and catchy hooks like I'm goin' fishing

When they see me, they be sayin' literally, so I know they listen

3.5 of Biscotti, KD and Pippen

Uber Eats waitin' in the lobby, man, I be trippin'

You need to find another hobby, cause I'm really different

And I ain't lettin' nothin' stop me, it's. just somethin' in me

I ain't tryna beef, I'm tryna make cheese

You almost 30, why you so worried about say cheese

If you can't read between the lines, then you can't read

If you Urk him, Brodie strapped on both sides, he just like Steve

It should be clear by now that I'ma keep on rapping

I ain't touch the M just yet, I gotta keep on stackin

I can tell by the smell, I don't need to see the package

I've been in the stu every week, what you think gon' happen

You hear what I'm tryna say?

I gotta spell it out?

I guess I ain't gon' have a lot of rave until I sell it out

And don't try to say I ain't call it, I'm tellin' you now

I only smoke Cali, so somebody gotta mail it out