| Ursa Minor whole galaxies hurled at him |
| Who’s star struck? Need Orion’s Belt if my world fatter |
| Niggas really gettin' them star bucks |
| Chop the trees, no sawdust, nigga |
| Only good smoke, giraffe neckin', you saw us |
| Found no Toys-R-Us, nigga |
| Only dial tones soon as you call bluffs |
| We pulling up like «Who called us?» |
| My body building barely lifting fingers, much less barbells |
| Niggas talk, big cartel, it’s only selling online |
| Miss me with that demeanor, my niggas is felons whole time |
| You seeing ballerinas if niggas is spinning the block |
| We stay on our toes, two hands on the clock |
| No bustdowns, that’s the neighborhood watch |
| Play Sasquatch, won’t see me in the spot |
| Might catch a whiff of these trees |
| No drivebys, just some motherfuckers shooting the breeze |
| I’m fresh out my deal, I’m moving with ease |
| If stress what you bring, then you enemy |
| Don’t group in with me, ayy |
| Nigga got a whole new energy |
| Like Malcolm with the perm how they move in the street |
| Only really like weed loud, niggas too indiscrete |
| Uh |
| Uh |
| Ayy, ayy |
| I can’t fall in line |
| Niggas tryna press me, y’all out y’all mind |
| Try to cut it at the curb, shit, it grow back fine |
| Gotta hit it at the nerve, nigga, go 'head find it |
| Uh |
| Gotta hit it with some perm, nigga |
| Gotta hit it with some perm, nigga |