I was ‘bout to write this verse with a G-Pen
THC in my ink pen
I used to wait on the word, I used to wait on the word
Used to wait on the word, I used to wait on the word
Now I’m getting ahead of myself
I make the future look old, I’m ahead of myself

Young artiste, not artist
Scared rappers, brand average, they’re all sharded
What else is new besides where I have been?
Creative goonin’ is my only friend
Fly n***a, fuck with my fund selection
Gothic letter, A. Wang lighter leather
Fuck a lighter thief, I got a lighter leash
Smoking till I screech, I'm laying on a beach
You be the rhythm, and I’ll be the beat
White lighters, Young So Improved, slow defeat
I remember when I just wanted to be heard
Bird in my hands, and the bird is the verve
Mac 11 flow, zonin’ out
Care’s real, Earth, oil free tonin’ out
I used to wait on the word, I used to wait on the word