I used to pay the corner store with pennie’s from the basement But I Reed between the lines like I played safety for the Ravens Been in album mode My disposition Al Capone; I’m brazen. Texas Weather Instrumentals Raps are calculated I could seperate Upper echelon I'm tryna elevate The prince here of this new wave; the heir Don’t need to levitate Better days Shit was never sweet but this a serenade And when life gave me lemons I made bitches cry to lemonade Don’t box me in I'm better out of shape, I feel like Kevin James And niggas wanna lock me in but that’s the way you never change I’m clocking in I done served more ice to folks than Johnny Deng If heaven got some freaks I hope I make there to Kevin Gates I pulled up to the party I saw niggas tryna lobby up The opps have formed alliances I’m sorry dawg it’s not enough They came in after: bodied up Ya favorite rapper: bodied up Chorus Bodies Bodies Can’t **** with nobody Nobody! I’m tryna rake it up like Yo Gotti I fly this damn plane with no ****ing co-pilot Bro’s wildin! Smokin on this loud to know solice Middle finger on me I cant **** with nobody, nobody! I’m tryna rake it up like Yo Gotti I fly this damn plane with no ****ing co-pilot Bro’s wildin! Smokin on this loud to know solice Middle finger on me I cant **** with nobody (WESTSIDE BOOGIE) Why he think that he got it like we don't know bout him? In the hood shit you a nobody if you got no bodies Knew the road was rocky but we never break it Gotta find piece without you not knowing the destination All that hesitating **** around ang get you smoked nigga Speaking of smoke I love to smoke, might overdose nigga Searching for diamonds in my soul Shit I'm a gold-digger It's hard to heal I gotta stay up on my toes nigga I gave my last out answer and now I'm left with no remains Willing to crash out for people that won't do the same Hated how they stalled got me praying I evolve As I'm pacing through these halls looking for answers on the wall Make me more driven I say Lord willing I been tormented still no forfeiting, uh Beefing with my fam cuz they don't ever understand shit That I'm just a man and I might just run out of bandwidth (Kiran The Nomad) Smoking on the runway Plane gon take off someday Destination some place Where troubles seem to concave These niggas want the top-ten I’m tryna be the one favorite I feed the kids like lunch ladies My speakers hittin on something crazy I keep her if she want stay My chick fil a sunday They missed the mark: them bums lazy I skipped the start and I wouldn’t trade it I’m solo like the rojo cup BOGO on the hoes and such FOMO when I open up My friends like we ain’t close enough **** the socials Get you up! Cutting it close don’t miss the gate! The flights gon' really lift you up I’m sorry if you sticked to base They was hoping I was pissed as **** My talent I would piss away The chapter where I’m switching up I guess I must’ve skipped the page! I guess I must’ve skipped the stage I’m blessed I must’ve admit the phase Was stress that turned to bliss when they said "Yo flight will connect today" It’s talent on my boarding pass Make dollars just for talking cash A modern day reformer ask Acknowledged when I’m walking past This shit CRAZY!