Chapter 8 and I’m dialed in
Ready if you wanna know how I been don’t really give a fuck what style it’s in just do my thing over the horns and violin
No bullshit vibe only classic rip got em’ seeing double like an acid trip gotta dad bod and my stash is thick every photo pose I just grab my dick
I’m back in this bitch I be done when I’m dead
Never gonna stop like I’m runnin’ the red
All the tears and the sweat and the blood that I shed every breath that I take like a blunt to the head
Shit will hit like a roundhouse straight to the throat
No booze no coke still blazon’ the dope
Think I’m losing my mind it’s the way that I cope they use to hate on the kid but now they say I’m the goat
But I
Move smooth like a crocodile in my shoes these dudes couldn’t walk a mile
Ain’t tryna be nobody else I just rock my style if you see me calling it’s a pocket dial
Guess
You can say that I’m back in my bag
Only see me cappin’ when I’m cappin’ a dag
Mothafuckas out hear just rapping to brag but I kick shot so hard I’m snapping the leg