[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Look, look, look)
Pew, pew, pew, pew
Skrrt
Yeah

[Chorus]
Yo
Feeling blessed, I might take a stab at the lottery (Lotto)
Might win big and invest in Afrikan pottery (Pottery)

[Verse]
Light-skinned chick to my left and I might wife
I don't wanna name drop, but know she into astrology (Astro)
Got Horus in my blood, my biology is godsent
Start a mosh pit, bumpin' Quasi' beats (Lord Quas)
Neptune and beyond, they be boppin' me
Vibes sound like Watson, so it gotta be toxic
Spittin' toxins, and it's not for free
Gotta make bread, n***a, gotta eat
No diss, that nine-to-five shit, not for me
Smokin' on zips, big blunts, need a lot'a trees
Florida raised, where the swamp be? (Swamp be?)
I'ma raise hell if a n***a try to swamp me (Swamp me)
I'ma go to jail if a n***a try the fam', no joke
Tapped in live, from the grave, from the smoke (From the smoke)
People trapped in lives that they claim that they want (Yeah)
I be shootin' movies, I be gettin' groovy
Taking acid trips in the sun
Getting tatts, and we lit off the Runtz (Yeah)
Artillery studios clique with the stunts (Stunts)
VHS clips in abundance
Somewhere, bumpin' Death Grips in a Humvee
I Love Ugly fleece on the kid, hell'a comfy (Skrrt)
[Chorus]
Feeling blessed, I might take a stab at the lottery (Lottery)
Might win big, and invest in Afrikan pottery

[Outro]
R.I.P. DOOM, R.I.P. Ras G
Yeah, R.I.P. DOOM, R.I.P. Ras G