I’m finger rollin’ Dutchys by the water’s edge wrapped around me got Versace plus your daughter’s legs you could never be as high as me smokin’ regs them comments’ll have you in hot water like we poachin’ eggs Steady stackin’ tokens while I'm tokin’ legs Chocolate Mint got me stuck like two broken legs Fire trees in the Dutch like its ‘Copenhage-‘ got me in a flow state, I ain’t leaving home for days I’m just cheffin’ these words trying to climb to the top but these steps’ absurd Steady droppin’ hot shit but you never get heard might, run out of paper never run out of words Manifesting on the page, turn my thoughts into words While i’m lighting the herb Self-sabotage I'm fighting the urge ‘Cuz i got a lot to say but I’m just tryin’ to be heard I get my styles from the untamable, irreplaceable too respectable, shake a hundred from a decimal unattainable thats why the work is extra ethical unexplainable i make a spectacle it’s undebatable forever capable of undetectable and never traceable I’m underrated, told I’m investable Unaffected, ya’ll perspective from my testicles below the belt, ya’ll could blow me like the medical vegetables in the vestibule, incontestable undeniable exotic smokin’ like the festivals I grow myself, spoken from the infinitesimal your soul’ll melt if you cant see a door because the Roosevelt’s your ID RIP Rob Willy went frm watchin’ Hook to droppin’ hooks to croppin’ a philly I got tabloids betwixt two illy’s , no chilly like if I can’t even feel myself how can ya’ll feel me? word?

We don’t recruit regroup get to this loot you don’t reboot how you recoup that’s orange jumpsuit got you lookin’ like chicken smothered in duck sauce man we woulda been much better (hold up hold up) F*** off if I had knew you cut your nuts off any ledge under the sun feel free to jump off um, I digress but im done can’t skip a drum beat the street then flip the green with my thumb did it and done but enough has never come, done f****d up a hundo large now I’m in a rut but I’m back comin’ up like my d*** is tryin’ to go hard whippin’ like its no charge super silver lemon got me spittin’ what the coke card cut Coastt Guard couldn’t se me with the sonars up I’m too far out the system of the solar but I touch down pullin’ both cars up on Cam Newt- BDS that’s the champagne flute A couple no good kids got they hand on a pack ain’t no lookin’ back all they know is stuff them bags fat had no money in they pockets ‘cuz the smokin’ they stash just a couple extra bucks for some 40’s roll up and they laugh they saved up just enough for the re-up had to switch the plug ‘cuz he wanna bring his fees up then they got it movin’ they got their bucks up startin’ pushin drugs but the using got ‘em f*****d up cats got ‘em stuck up no they don’t move without it on ‘em but that’s what got ‘em stuck in the long run in hindsight its a long run so carry on ‘cuz Nipsey said it best its a marathon don’t get stuck in the mud don’t f*** with dirty motherf*****s ‘cuz they roll with the fuzz they say it is what it is and people don’t chnage so it is what is was Shed Gang Emilio with the Ducks

“Bye Bye Blue Sky Good Bye to the Blue Sky” Blink one time then it’s bye blue sky I don’t know why the finish ain’t in sight I don’t know why my sh** is not changin’ when we chose wrong will it still feel right? I don’t know tell me do you feel the same man? comin’ up we were scarce with the luck and for years feelin’ stuck but this sh** been all my life though and it ain’t changin’ for nothin’ if we don’t see nothin’ comin’ but still stand with my feet where they’re from and I hold three for the war two for my dogs one for this motherf****** line they won’t cross if they tryin’ then they mind is all lost thought you had it all but the timings all off dog who’s the one posted up all night who’s the one by your side when their side wann’ fight who’s the one held you down when that sh** got light who’s the one who in your circle when your sh** got tight it’s like Sid Floyd born to be the people’s champ rollin’ up a diesel gram speakin’ through the frequency of speaker amps let my flow leave a stamp on this bet my team grab the game with the clamp on grips we the ones with the lungs full of tree all day and we the ones next up for the run okay so while we here let me feel your vibe you could blink one time then its bye blue sky “Goodbye to the Blue Skies Bye Bye Blue Sky Good bye to the Blue Skies Bye Bye Blue Sky Bye Bye Blue Sky Bye Bye Blue Sky” Gotta get your weight up Gotta wake your brain up Gotta hustle smarter started stacking all my pay stubs they want it but they ain’t us my mans on probation  cops ran up had a pack he had to stash it in his anus what you know about that life tho playing with the pipe tho aimed it at himself and put it right through his pie hole couldn’t take this life no more he couldn’t fight no more this life’ll do that to you prozac couldn’t ice the sore but we all go through it whatever it takes we all gon’ do it take it day by day for the love of the music but as long as it pays you gon’ do it right?

Growing up i learned never have loose lips loudest motherf*****s never do shit on the road to lose quick  i stay quiet but get loose quick get all up in your face on some rude sh** cause me and my gang on the fast route smoking till we pass out roll another one in The Shed is where we ash now pusha pack man  went from bush to afghan we smoking on that gas now Step 1 do shows bring the fans out Step 2 is the leeches with they hands out Step 3 you step right over em’  on reservations with the chiefs smoking opium i risk it all that casino life i were a smile but don’t seem alright  it’s deeper than that deeper than rap ya standing in the fire and your feet might crack demons chasing feel the heat on your back cause I’m diving right into these flames i ain’t lying i ain’t in to these games I’m on my boss sh** shits different i feeling the game new drugs i ain’t feeling the same I’m on my off sh** cause it’s off with they heads they think they running sh** cut em’ off at the legs flow sick like I’m terminal they pissed leave em’ bloody at the urinal make em’ wanna quit this is business nothing personal I got a plan for the gram but it’s not the likes you compare me to your mans ‘cuz we not alike we got lost in the sand more than 40 nights only spent long doing wrong ‘cuz it got me right on a different vibe bleed for my enterprise do it for they memories makin’ sure they never die like you would need a slug to forget that’s the Remy to the rug for the set oh you didn’t know? Step 1 get the judge throw the case out Step 2 bloodsuckers with they plates out Step 3 treat ‘em llike the Buddha top had to cut ‘em off seen the loss in a lucy drop dealin’ with the cost i got suace in my soda pop cough ’til the doobie stoop boss of this Coup d’etat and I like the way you move it ma throw them plants in the camp fire can we get our hands higher? Kumbaya Ooou na na Keep ya hands up our we gon’ hear that BAH BAH BAH you gon’ miss a hundred P if you don’t shoot your shot but there’s a line where its free so my sh**s don’t stop until- knots ridiculous our women shoppin’ frivolous you blockin’ what the vision is that sh**s on sight B***h wish I seen 20-20 what it was you a .7 tryin’ to be a dub motherf*****