Clark Kent

Smoking purple pop yea heem he a seed junky
Rolled two mo got me stuck like I see some
In my own lane like we segregated
I ain't never threw shade or ever hated
Valet park the jeep we at mastros
Let me roll one up yea I'm tryna smoke
After dinner call her friend like I need the throat
Slow down baby (Damn) ion' want you to choke
If you heard about Heem you already know
Yea it's my time and I got some go
This my first time sippin' I wanna po' some mo
Two songs one day that I just wrote

Jiggy skinny nigga yea like Flacko
Talking A$AP Rocky, naw not Joe
If I was, then I would've said Flacco
Getting to the Blueface's, something like Wacko
In the club rolling Cookies by the back door
Yo bitch want me, but I told her I cannot go
Security mad cause they know that we bouta blow
Gang stepping out, so you know that it's on the flo
This too easy nigga like a free throw
Closed my eyes like Mike Jordan back in '91
Hitting hoes different cities, yea a nigga 1 & done
Ask her who the goat bet the bitch say I'm number 1

Switch the flow in the booth like I'm Clark Kent
Same corner everyday like a park bench
Clean whip smell like loud and yo bitch new scent
Bad kid up in class like a nuisance



Credits
Writer(s): Rafael Turner Jr.
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