Lawn chairs in the front while i smoke a f*cking square
It's that young motherf*cker with the long black hair
Know he do it, so smooth with it, every track he is proving it
Just the things I gotta do to keep myself from losing it
They don't know my direction, keep a motherf*cker guessing
But for me there's no second, already know where I'm headed
Spent so many hours in my room counting time down
I don't really give a single f*ck about a lot now
Hold up bitch what's the motherf*ckin' issue?
Phone on D&D, I won't hit you
Flow so clean, don't need no redo
Go and leave you know I won't miss you
Making music with my brothers, wouldn't have it any other way
I'm used to being disrespected, so it's always f*ck what they say
Smoking nicotine when it's done, then I hit play
Drag to trash, outclassed even on my worst day
