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Aye, all fun and jokes aside, nigga
I need them Nines double entendres, nigga
Them Nines metaphors, nigga
I need you to flex and shit on everybody off this verse, nigga
I need that feelin' when you was handin' out them grills, nigga
I need that feelin' when you was handin' out them sneakers, nigga
When you had everybody locked in and talkin', nigga
That's the feelin' that I need
ASAP
Uh, I just put-, I just put a tonne on the back of a truck (uh)
Me and Midgy should've won the Cannabis Cup
I ain't put no plaques on my wall yet
By at least five, I'll them packs to your doorstep
In this-, in this music scene, I'm legendary
Raps always been secondary like February
Told my guy, "Don't come near me with no tester" (uh)
(Don't be talkin' packs 'round Siri and Alexa)
Free the gang, I can't forget my celly
I was gettin' letters in the can, like alphabets' spaghetti, uh
All these niggas bite my style
I did "A-Wing's Got Talent" in jail, I was like Simon Cowell
I was in Cali' 'round the neck like a bow tie
K-K-Kush God, bitch, I'm the most high
I see these rappers actin' Holly' (uh)
When they were out there crowd-surfing
We were catchin' bodies (who were they?)
I ain't a tough guy, I always make everybody laugh
I could spit all my bars wearin' a polygraph
Rap star, still makin' pounds fly
Opps tryna' turn me to a stray like Ivory from How High
Used to shot ounces
Had a sold out tour, but I still got more fans in my crop houses
I spray up where you're cotchin'
Spend all my money on packs, I was literally weighing up my options
They say their guns spit, they ain't never done shit
Just landed the runtz 'bout to roll up a trumpet, uh
She want a man with P, but that bitch poor
That's why I'm in her crib hiding keys like a jigsaw
Still got food on the curb
(Pull) I pull up with this half moon, I don't mean "Do not disturb"
Came alone, could've brought an army