I just wanna teach ya'll how to rap (F*ckin' murder shit)
Came up in them And1's and a snapback (Yep)
Rollin' solo, ain't no mothaf*ckin' rat pack (Nope, nope)
Arizona summer, pedaling the backpack (Ha)
I flip it all again and go and cop a fat sack (Back track)
That's that, trying not to spend it so I stack cash
I just spent some money, bought a Lac (F*ck it)
Everything I ever wanted, throw it in the back (Run it)
Bitches see the future, now they want to get attached (Duckin')
I ain't tryna do that shit, I'm tryna make it past go
(Every, every, every)
Everybody thinkin' I'm an asshole
Probably 'cause I am, still can't let go of my past, nope
(Lately) Lately I ain't been inside my own head (Head, head, yep, ooh)
But I know that I'll be okay if I don't stress (Don't stress, don't stress, nope)
I'm getting bitter in my old youth
I'm seeing different, getting jealous of my old views
I'm in Cadillac Deville, I'm bumping old tunes
Driving down the road, rolling, puffing on that smoke too (Yeah)
Never knowing what I'm gon' do
I ain't tryna follow other people in my own shoes (Nah)
Made a couple wrong moves
Now my minds bruised and my eyes glued to the time used
(Lately) Lately I ain't been inside my own head (Head, head, yep, ooh)
But I know that I'll be okay if I don't stress (Don't stress, don't stress, nope)