[Intro]
Ayy
Wavey, they wanna ride
NV, bhb until I die
Yeah, until I die
Ayy
Okay, okay

[Verse 1]
Get back to it, this soul music
For the sole fact that I put my soul in it
My soul broken and my bummy shoe
But the shoe money went to more pluggings
It's no stuntin' just beat bumping
And weed smoke, can't leave the green
Like tree hugging, I smoke up and y'all stay bugging
Fake friends, that's all Insta loving
That's not support, that's dick sucking
Hear ball smacking when you type something
That gang gang, it don't mean nothing if your man's fake
Baker boys, they just love the cake
This Twitter talk not my forte
This public chat so bitchmade
You tweet the beef to get the fans on them
'Cause you can't deal with the shit you say
Fan words like Dyson Blades
I spit on them and you catching spray
No barbershop but come catch a fade
Toronto city where my body lay
Donlands smoking juicy j's
Eyeballing that quarter ounce, don't scale it up it's not bodyweight
Smoking cookie cones big as parking cones
Goth girl like a teen witch, like it's early bones
Spin around on my eggplant, she give fire top it don't artichoke
Bust a nut then play a show
Queens street, I'ma link with Noel and then it's damn fourth
For some square boys and some Domino's
Writing flows on the box top
With Swaine steady been spitting gold
Midas mouth over icy beats on a open road
These rappers using our formula and just change a little
Like isotopes, see the byte without microscopes
No cub scouts, they know I know the ropes
When I cook it up, the aroma grows
Sniff me out, you might lose your nose
Coming out of venues to the camera flash
Better strike a pose, had no connects, I was on my own
Now the blog's out for the underground
Mostly blog's out for their personal
Circles, same few artists every article, but I digress
Success comes with the mindset
[Verse 2]
Wavey, they wanna ride
NV, bhb until I die
This no overnight
I'ma take the time and get it right
This shit control my life, yeah
I just let it slide
Eat the night, eat the night, ayy
Music get real hungry, take my mind
Make no money, that's beside
What I feel inside (What I Feel inside)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'ma ball out, how I ball out
If my pockets and my clothes look like I'm about to fall out
No hands out, I'm too proud bitch I got myself
I'm moving stealth, I got the mindset, I don't need the wealth
I'll stick to buying more vowels instead of buying Louis belts (Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)
(No tailor tape, I'll suit myself)