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Been waking up at my leisure
Puffing some reefer
Won’t tuck in my t shirt
I don’t got a scuff on a sneaker
Concussion and fever
You suffered a seizure
I’m shaking shit up in your speaker
It’s tougher breathe
When you’re stuck in between but it seems I got something to teach you
That nothing is sweeter than knowing you crushed it and no one can fuck with it neither
No Justin or Bieber
They’re hustling beats, I’m a beast and a customer pleaser
We got it for cheaper
Enough on your Visa
And I barely trust the believers
Sometimes I be feeling like snuffing a preacher
But Jesus just tell me how much for a feature?
‘Cause I want to tell you how much that I need ya
I got it
No license
I’m riding
No license
I got it
No license
High praises
Low prices
I got it
God guiding
No crisis
He’s driving
Get in the way
Get in the way, get in the way
I only get in the way
Hit a delay
Sit and I stay
Paying me minimum wage
Lit it ablaze
Counting the powerless hours I fit in a day
I need a minute to pray
No license, yeah, yeah
No license
I’m riding
No license
I got it
No license, yeah
No license
I’m riding, yeah
I’m riding
Stay broke, I don’t want the pesos hunny
I’ma do this shit if it makes no money
Got my huevos, no one’s gonna take those from me
Make my haters run home like it’s baseball buddy
The late show
Molding the future like playdoh
They used to laugh when I’d say so
Now I come back with the same joke
Funny, how it ain’t so funny