Organic

Baby girl my buzz organic, fuck the Hennessy

I'm a shooting star, swear to God you gon' remember me

And I been a G, they don't know me, just my energy

Got enemies who probably want to do me like I'm Kennedy

So I hit a left then a right then I duck quick

I became a chef with the knife I got cut with

Why would I be pressed, this the life that I'm stuck with

I became a chef with the knife I got cut with

Got these chickens barking, in the parking lot of my apartments

This city feel more like a coffin sometimes

I keep it real even though it's awkward sometimes