SINK FREESTYLE

Now gotta get up, smoke a bowl of some dry ass weed

It get red up in my eyes, and I think that's the mystique

Don't concern me don't know why, I could do this shit all week

I got three tattoos of five, and them bitches all in sync

Cut my bread up in the fire, hoe I'm tryna make a pizza

Talking to me while I'm writing, bitch I'm tryna pay our lease off

An they thinking they inspire, but I never send the feature

Keep ya distance an admire, I'm tryna spy on this creature

That's the thing of it bruh

They only seeing me as winning when they simply ain't won

I go on record tell 'em I could be the infinite one