Lyrics:

Verse 1

No felony
No drugs inside of me
Never hit a blunt
Never light the weed
Never gonna fight you if you ever go and send for me
Homie I just drop a cold track
I got melodies

No arrests
So I can't be the best
I got it so right
While you all be heading left
Do your time
That sh*t it doesn't bother me
Gonna blow soon
F your warrant that's my warranty

No divorce in my fam
But still where I stand
Is a product of me
Not a product of them
Is a product of work
Not a product of luck
Got a vision I chase it
Like chasin' the sun
No b*tches
I got a lack of hoes
Rather strip a track
Than her strip off her clothes
I hate how no one's got respect
But I guess that's how it goes
Go and sell your soul
I'd rather sell out shows

Chorus x2

Thinkin' bout
I been thinkin' bout
Thinkin' bout
I been thinkin' bout

Verse 2

Got grades
I try at school but why is that reason to bring out spades
Like I'm digging my rap grave
10A*s
That sh*t it don't define me
Trynna do my best
While everyone trynna spite me
Ahhh
Got a girl
One who love me for myself
No side ones on a private phone
I win u taking Ls
Don't need no other
Got my squad got my brothers
But you'd rather go for lover after lover

2 brothers
Loving fam
But understand
I'm grateful blessèd everyday
Bending norms like I'm wonder man
Changing the rap game
Just a kid
What do I know
But I develop
Steady manifest
My mind grows

I use my time
While all your time slows
Slows down
Under other influence
Alcohol and friends
Think your significant
I say 'friends'
Inverted commas cos that's so fake
Set up a game of scrabble
I got word play
Chorus x2