Lyrics
i speak for me not no other avatar
im tryna smoke my tree an have a laugh
comin like twerk back season ina charts
how they wanna shake batty for some calibur
i dont need fake love from no manager
i cannot lie i dont rate these amateurs
i cannot ride brudda this a whole marathon can turn backwards
all for some passa darg
i cant have things on me in the passenger
ca im a big boss an a ambassedor
fam i got flip flops more than these manas cars worth an thats big facts
to a next rapper darg
gues im a old skl rapper
true dandadda
not no cappa
on sight scrapper
always in mazza
fuck all that im a grown up brudda
when the lights go out but the fire remains
no more playing these violent games
i aint gotta lie my brudda im ashmed
of all of this hurt
this pain
this that wind beneath ur sale when u cant maintain
that get up and go again
dont let pressure control ur brain
dont just mess up an float away
infact come closer a little closer its not a game
gave them so much for my plate
fucked my soul up along the way
cant do road up u gotta change
since blue dabadeedabadi
niggas tryna sabotage a brudda day
prolly ca i found myself another lane
i aint gotta manager i got PAs
an
we dont meet we lease
an
u cant see me anyways
an
u cant be me if u trained
hm
innit tho really bro gimmie that
im leaving city to city tapped
probably i need a bigger map
ca i be looking like did all that did all that
all of these rappers all twerkingg on tick tok and instagram bro i aint wid all that
unless same way u cut shapes in the rave u dip dip dip a mans face no brick or bat
an they call us violent monkeys
true i know some violence junkies