Intro:
Ay, ay, look

Verse 1:
Hurricane hit, FEMA ain't give me shit
Had twenty rolled so I ain’t give a shit
Thinkin' bout peace on some straight hippie shit
Braids fucked up on some straight gritty shit
Fucked for an hour I was on a edible
Milligram life it was all incredible
Pussy n***a put the pussy on a pedestal
Pussy n***a let the pussy be the death of you
Contact the firm I ain't finna answer yo
Hit my secretary she got all the answers yo
Label contract really doing damage yo
Never over here bitch we not ya average joe
Young and we black but we still gon’ manage though
You just on Snap, you is not a savage hoe
Trying to get a plate? I don't understand the hoe
You could get the meat but not the cabbage hoe
Podcast talk to me bout the Universe
Life as a G then return to the Earth
Me and Note$ smoked a backwoods through the vert
Allapattavana bitch I'm back through the turf
Lawyer ass n***a with a hate for the law
I'm wit my trap n***as trying to wait for the call
System fucked up like we ain't finna ball
Still at the bottom so we ain't finna fall
Chorus:
You ain't miss a n***a I was gone anyway
Smoke the whole thing we'll be gone any day
It ain’t no rest bitch it ain’t no rest
It ain't no rest bitch it ain’t no rest
You ain't miss a n***a I was gone anyway...

Verse 2:
Give me something real, you cannot give me hope
Give me peace of mind, if not give me dope
Give me all lips, if not give me throat
Get me out the flame, tell God let me float
Writin' to the boy he was in trapped in the cage
Bunch of young n***as get trapped in a rage
I will die thinkin' bout back in the days
We was still lost like rats in the maze
Supposed to be the part where we had the feature
But you ain’t know the Ivy League so I️ had to meet ya
And we ain't really know you so I had to meet ya
Mr. Ivy really played while you sat the bleachers
Now its round and round we go bitch pass the reefer
Peep the OG lemon scent gasolina
N***a come through Miami where the grass is greener
Where my next door neighbors doin' Santeria
Hit Glock for the play like I had to see ya
All black slow creep like a ballerina
Real n***a, real n***a yes I am the leader
Made moves off respect, I ain't have the nina
I looked in the mirror so I had a teacher
A lot of things didn't work, I ain't have the preacher
Look at Rose like why ya soul had to leave ya?
If u ain't reach the pearly gates, well I haven't either
Chorus:
You ain't miss a n***a I was gone anyway
Smoke the whole thing we'll be gone any day
It ain't no rest bitch it ain't no rest
It ain't no rest bitch it ain't no rest
You ain't miss a n***a I was gone anyway...