Just turned 25 and I got the same starting 5 we stick to the root of it

got love in they hands, and hate in they heart I don’t what to do with it

they loving your art and want you a part to rip you apart it’s lucrative

on my mark scoping the plot before it starts ain’t new to this

getting too crowded in here hey lil baby can you move a bit

tryna be ahead our roots like prefix

I can a read a room and it’s looking like fiction

never call dispatch for a mishap that’s a mismatch

life paths cut short they gon call it a misstep

you can miss me with that, with that

you can miss me with that

you can miss me with that, with that

you can miss me with that

Donatello how I shape a line,

I was feeling behind then I realized we was right on time

going nuts on vanilla niggas like pecans

we scope the oops out just like recon

I got a hand you can’t handle a handful

they say I’m winning how can they get in the raffle

got 'em sick from sentences, gavel

they bumping me on the road got you graveled

dang, my vocal cords got you raveled?

as a baby when all I could do was babble mama said I had that razzle dazzle

you can miss me with that, with that

you can miss me with that

you can miss me with that, with that

you can miss me with that

we want the cheese so we eat through debris the amount of pride we swallowed you couldn’t stomach

underground artist safe in the bunker I keep it thumping I keep it bumping we keep it jumping

if it ain’t how to improve my health you ain’t talm bout nuffin

end of discussion

fate at the door knocking percussion we bobbing heads making concussions

am to pm dreaming on being on fm love em but f 'em if they ain’t on schedule

oh that’s a foreign? it’s a Hyundai Elantra but I rock it just like a launcher

they used to rob lil niggas for concords

we was writing jams tryna make shit jelly when it was our turn to get the rocking

hopped of the plane thank god for the concourse

we drop a hit it’s gon bang like a bongo

I’m with the team we adapt like a dongle

real smart fella I'm adept w the numbers

count till the sun up and bank on a come up

don’t got use big words to hit deep we hit the deep like bleached coral reef

black boy essence the flow a loaded magazine

it’s a blowout going nuts on the board charcuterie

never knew what not giving a damn would do to me

now everything flowing in I don’t gotta worry bout what coulda been

you can miss me with that, with that

you can miss me with that

you can miss me with that, with that

you can miss me with that