[Intro]
Yeah (You gon’ fuck with this one, Will)
Uh
Yeah
You know
You feel me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I’ve be sayin’ I wanna hop off the grid
It just ain’t that time yet
I met plugs, met fiends, met friends, met foes and I still haven’t ever met death yet
‘Cah he just an acquaintance
When I buck you, it’s gonna be direct (Uh)
Blood on the pavement, gotta move forward, still I can’t sidestep (No)
She wanna do dates, but I’m way too real for the fuck shit (Too fucked, too fucked, too fucked)
Sayin’ that she a good girl, but I deffo don’t trust it
Yeah, me and her hold hands in pics
But she wanna hold hands when we’re steppin’ in public
You need gas, better hit my jack
This pack too loud, so you know that I does this

[Verse]
I been losing myself in lines, been losing myself in grams
But I don’t feel lost in the journey (Why?)
I got like 1000planz (Keep goin’)
My mind is amazed with too many thoughts that don’t understand (Ha)
I’m tryna get rich like [?], fuck do you mean bout a hundred bags?
Yeah, I’m a 20 year old well known lurker (Keep goin’)
I got blood on the beat, its murder (Yeah)
[?] made me a flip, now they sayin’ that Fendi a real cash earner (Big flips)
[?], think I will hurt her (Ha, hey, hey)
Whats love gotta do with this shit, bitch you ain’t no Tina Turner (No)
MIA and I’m puffing on Runtz (Runtz)
No condom, I got too many sons
Bro tellin’ me I got too many songs and I gotta drop them cah its been too long
Went MIA, she said I’m a cunt (Ha)
Yeah, got too many packs in the backpack handing it out just like pack lunch
[Chorus]
I’ve be sayin’ I wanna hop off the grid
It just ain’t that time yet
I met plugs, met fiends, met friends, met foes and I still haven’t ever met death yet
‘Cah he just an acquaintance
When I buck you, it’s gonna be direct
Blood on the pavement, gotta move forward, still I can’t sidestep
She wanna do dates, but I’m way too real for the fuck shit
Sayin’ that she a good girl, but I deffo don’t trust it
Yeah, me and her hold hands in pics
But she wanna hold hands when we’re steppin’ in public
You need gas, better hit my jack
This pack too loud, so you know that I does this

[Outro]
You know who really do this shit
You know who just talkin’, you feel me?
We make it out, making money
Worst part, they ain’t even makin’ sense