Tided

Watch me catch it, yo
We vibin', smokin' while drivin', linin' up the consequences like we tiling
Gave up a Gandhi for a Stalin, America's rocky now, you can catch us tidin'

Fuck your waves, nigga, I be on my own flow
Fuck you Trumpin' niggas, I'ma start my own show
Donald Duck, you can never stop the quackin'
Rarely show my food, but a nigga steady smackin'
And snappin' every beat into two pieces as a sidebar, metaphors where I lay feces
Ha
That's a deal if you ask me, and please keep the credit
I don't need it, bro, it's all free
Never like the states we united in
Money talks the most, and that's what we abding in

Killin' off the host if it means more change
Feelin' off the post, Facebookin' for a change, but ain't shit gon' change
You all want the money and them ugly ass chains
I just want peace and a dime well trained
Ignorance got us all livin' the same bliss

We vibin', smokin' while drivin', linin' up the consequences like we tilin'
Gave up a Gandhi for a Stalin, America's rocky now, you can catch us tidin'
We vibin', smokin' while drivin', linin' up the consequences like we tilin'
Gave up a Gandhi for a Stalin, America's rocky now, you can catch us tilin'

Fuck America, the police think I'm scared of them
Ain't no watch that can keep me on time
Pull up to the scene, my whip resemble Optimus Prime
Lately I've been coughin' verses, told the doctor it's fine, I'm straight, look
Niggas be lyin' with straight looks, uh
Left a snake shook, this blade could play hooks
Believe it, you anxious
This the final chapter, baby, don't sleep in the wrong book
If you know what I mean, I know what you need
Fingers itchy, I know how it be
When higher power keep on callin' on me, never assume
Hands together, I've been prayin' for you
My grip tight, I ignite the mic
Hopin' you catch the vibe, I'm straight
My nigga, yeah, I'm good
Livin' stress free, my broddie just sparked the wood
Fuck the media
On the internet, exactly where we leavin' them
And let the truth be told, we ain't never needed them
They wasn't fuckin' with the kid, they don't believe in him
Until they see it's him, um
Maybe it's a bird, or a plane, or a criminal
He got a pistol on his hip, this individual is black
Got a brain strap, lyrical, he probably made stacks
Couple hoes in his Maybach, fuck about the truth
They gon' hate that, they see me blowin' smoke
I watch them niggas change his train tracks
Gladiator in a cage match