Just a Verse, Pt. II

It’s Supa

Check

They got it fucked up

And backwards

Im Smoking cactus

This shit sticky

I’m high up with pterodactyls

Dodging detectives

I take my hat off

drive solo

Lord protect us

From wreckless cops

Who use weapons

Who they protecting

rep for my crew

And flesh and we been flexing

Bad bitches Instagram texting

They want sex and clout

If I become a obsession

They before the crowd

I move safe

Trust no one

This Jay -z shit

Reasonable doubt

Reaching for the clouds

No effort

They try so hard

To be in

The in crowd

Shit I always been

In the in crowd

I push away niggas that’s foul

Till I and 1 y’all

create more legacy

For my child

This time it’s going down

They like nigga tone it down

I’m only turning up

they want to see me

Underground

The seed planted

I sprout and damage

Flame wavey

I stay candled

Oh my Gawd

Coltrane bring that shit back

I spit the flu

Oo shorties I need two oo

Wrapped it up in a paper

Me and her

We Took two oo

Now I’m seeing double

Can’t tell who’s who uh

Don’t trust niggas

So all bitches

Is my crew

Yea You know they all foreign

Different places

Visit like I’m touring

been gone 7 years

No plans of going back

Trynna outwork my peers

There ain’t no slack

In that

Where I’m from

Your here the blap blap blap blap blap