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Anybody can see the kid got it

I see **** ignore it, so I feel a way about it

From rappin' in that truck with bolts on and rollin' blunts

Baggin' a couple bitches and fuckin' them all at once

Friday night lights, I was catchin' and droppin' punts

Thinkin' 'bout rappin', I could be JID or like Chris Johnson

My thumbs keep strummin', kinda like the Mumford and Sons

Mommy went dumb when she got that call, I had got caught

Kicked outta college for tongues, **** be talkin'

I wasn't even on camera, just hit the lick with some amateurs

Glad we did that, now I'm flyin' to Los Angeles

With an eighth in my pre-rolls, call that shit a tarantula

Tarantino on your big screen, ho

Slave man, South East Coast, JID or DiCap, Leo

Set it off, my big sis reminded me of Cleo

And my brothers is killers, you might see on Nat Geo

You gotta chill 'cause **** can get they cap peeled

I keep that forty like I'm Pat Tillman, they sent my **** up the hill

Yeah, they Jack-Jill'ed 'em

And a million other black children

Let's crack the seal, I'm spillin'

Alright, I feel amazing

I could feel the haters

Do somethin'

I ain't finna fake it

I ain't got a taser

Shoot somethin'

**** talk crazy

Wipe the lil' baby

Too funny

Pull up on ya, had a crew comin'

Take a deuce on ya

Hold up, ****

Alright, lookin' for it in the night time

I've been lookin' for it all day

I'ma get it at the right time

Watch 'em fuck with me the long way

Watch a **** at the bike whip

Hit the buyer with the stone face

Greenbriar with the whole case

Bust it down and flood the whole state

Bitches know when that work good

Anna Mae eat the whole cake

We ain't even got to role play

Had to get it out the bowl way

Kill shit, OJ, no way José

Slo-mo, okay

I don't do this shit at your pace

I ain't here to do it your way

And I'm comin' through the ceiling

Through the floor, back and front doorway

You do not want war, I swear I swore on your grave

I been on my shit since like sixth, fifth, and fourth grade

Wait, even before grades

Goin' to my brother court date

And I asked my mama 'bout what he did

But they ain't never tell me

Then I figure he killed a ****

Or got caught for some dope he sellin'

Kinda close,  but no cigarillo

He was armored up, that's an armadillo

My pop did time in the military

And he taught us how to disarm a ****

See there, boy, you better warn a ****

But JID probably got warrants, ****

Like North Carolina and South Carolina

Got a hideout in like Florence, ****

Swear your raps so boring, ****

Then you say you trap, you be lyin' ****

I don't fuck with none of y'all happy trappers

Better go out and strap, people dyin' ****, Lord

Sorry, we makin' all the noise

But you ain't have to call the boys

Some shit you just can't avoid

Dumb shoot, coolin' with the squad