look...i don't really know who I wrote this song for, but if you're not ready to hear me ramble in a rap for 2 minutes straight, go ahead and turn this hoe off. thank you.

if I die young kick my exes out the funeral
when my time come keep my blessings by the crucible
sushi roll the blunt keep it tucked it’s your dumb luck
you must be a dumb fuck
ask about me
sun drifting through the smoke
abiding by the Buddha bowl
eyes looking super low
fuck writing in cursive I write my curses in numerals
moving two and fro who’da known where I’d be
could give a fuck about your newest post on IG
nip & tuck so I can see what’s close behind me
only time I’m worried bout numbers I’m scoping a time piece
If you vocal or not then Ima treat it the same
gave you a dime for a quarter better leave me my change
I keep lean in my Hi C
double c’s 3 piece 4 the time bring
one time Rest In Peace out to Ras G
autumn leaves how I breathe when my eyes bleed
the company we keep oughta keep peace least with a side piece
visene can’t relieve what my eyes see
trying to find solace in the bottom of the bottle
every time I try to swallow tend to wallow in it
I be like whoa
shawty got me like whoa
and if i got a problem ima walk up out the door
oOh wee
baby baby what you need
baby baby what you want
baby baby what you see
I been super saiyan lately and I’m praying for the week like whoa
I’ll spend a quarter stimmy on the weed i smoke
and a quarter in me man the East side know
I’m a hometown giant like fe fi fo
pardon my French shout the 354
might need a scent just to read my flow
starting defense is un called for dissent
pay lil mama lil rent for I leave like oh
fuck y’all event trying to breathe my smoke
I ain’t fuckin impressed with the piece y’all wrote
love been compressed and I’m numb to the pressure,
succumb to the next how the peace sign go