(Chorus)
I can't relay and you can be late..
What i do is magic, all you do is underrate..
(under-underestimating me)
I can't escape from my place in a grave..
What i do is tragic, all you do is fucking hate..

(Verse)
The beat is grooving all my bones up
Keep it moving cuz i bounce yo ass right now bitch
Wait let me drink it fucking up (hol up)
Imma have a feeling that we gotta make it out bitch
Sippin out the liquer from a cup
Imma fucking sinner and i never make a lane switch
Now wait lemme smoke it up
Thats 6 grams in a blunt

Wait a minute imma get a little higher
In a building with a mic and making fire
Dreaming of the few desire (hol up)
Not to die young, be a writer
That she ever answer back
Is that a monopoly or is my favourite
Rapping is a fucking sack?
Or the sack is what i have related to
She underrate me whoo

(Chorus)
I can't relay and you can be late..
What i do is magic, all you do is underrate..
(under-underestimating me)
I can't escape from my place in a grave..
What i do is tragic, all you do is fucking hate..

(Verse)
I glow, yo no
Spittin on the love like an asshole
And i gotta blank face and a bankroll
And u Gonna bang bang when the game raw
Now you steppin on my stitches
All the bakin cookies in the kitchen
No bling on my neck im lit
But imma still got those digits yeah

No limit and no snitchin yeah
Fuck n***as ever been bitchin yeah
(Some say that its lateee)
Fuckit too i neva been listenin yeah
(Tomorrow never cameee)
Before that i was too busy yeah
(New morning is the way
To Fade awaay)