I'm Bout
Im bout
Staying ahead
Go off the head
Give me space like a shed
Im bout
Pimping this lead
Smoking some meds
While Im chillin in bed
Im bout
Staying ahead
Go off the head
Give me space like a shed
Im bout
Pimping this lead
Smoking some meds
While Im chillin in bed
Thought he was done but that boy resurrected
Hoes get selected and hatas deflected
Feeling the bestest while in her intestines
Fuck I look like telling old men confessions
Throw up the horns for no devil Im Texan
Im in the zone with no other attendant
Sheep tend to blend in with hatas pretending
Im chillin with a beverage and ascending
Shout out my gente los undocumented
The ones working hard for the big xmas presents
Sending them over but can't go and visit
Cause the world we live in can sometimes be ignant
The way that Im living fuck others opinions
Portraying angels in bedrooms be sinning
Im tired of bitches crying acting offended
Fuck it I mind mine and get back to the business
No need for boasting
I'm coasting
Flow slick as lotion
Dont post emotions looking for promotions
Im high as fuck everything in slow motion
Dont try approaching you rookies need coaching
Smoked the whole zip plus the roaches
She on my dick I aint noticed
Too busy focused on mo chips
R I P everyone who passed from Covid
And Kobe
Here's the intel
Im just trynna get mail
How in the hell can't you tell I excelled
Schoolin lil rappers hatas expelled
Put me on yo track
Bitch you might get derailed
Yall boys egg shells
Probably send out hate mail
Im just trynna pay bills
Eat another steak meal
Shit don't even seem real
Everybody take pills
Im feeling like Morpheus around you fake Neos
For Real
Im bout
Staying ahead
Go off the head
Give me space like a shed
Im bout
Pimping this lead
Smoking some meds
While Im chillin in bed
Im bout
Staying ahead
Go off the head
Give me space like a shed
Im bout
Pimping this lead
Smoking some meds
While Im chillin in bed
All I got to say is Peace to the land
We just trynna live good no piece in my hand
Feet in the sand
High on herbs
You sleep on a Xan
Spit heat like grease in the pan
Retreat witcha klan or defeat where ya stand
Flow like reading a chant
Exceeding my plans
You dont seem to advance
Like ya deep in a trance
Mexicans in sedan we deep need a van
I'm bout aye
Kiling them with ability of spitting this venomous
Endlessness evidence of excellence
My nemesis pestilence
Had to leave my residence
Im after Dead presidents
There he go off the head again
Truly in my element with Henny and this medicine
Making noise louder and tremorous
Yall fools sounding like tamberines
Not a single bar worth remembering
Im bout to load up the pipe
Im bout to write and go off on the mic
Im bout light like Christ and Lucifer
Im bout no fear why you act pussy for
Im bout Truth
How Bout you
If you say Fuck me
Fuck you too
Staying ahead
Go off the head
Give me space like a shed
Im bout
Pimping this lead
Smoking some meds
While Im chillin in bed
Im bout
Staying ahead
Go off the head
Give me space like a shed
Im bout
Pimping this lead
Smoking some meds
While Im chillin in bed
Thought he was done but that boy resurrected
Hoes get selected and hatas deflected
Feeling the bestest while in her intestines
Fuck I look like telling old men confessions
Throw up the horns for no devil Im Texan
Im in the zone with no other attendant
Sheep tend to blend in with hatas pretending
Im chillin with a beverage and ascending
Shout out my gente los undocumented
The ones working hard for the big xmas presents
Sending them over but can't go and visit
Cause the world we live in can sometimes be ignant
The way that Im living fuck others opinions
Portraying angels in bedrooms be sinning
Im tired of bitches crying acting offended
Fuck it I mind mine and get back to the business
No need for boasting
I'm coasting
Flow slick as lotion
Dont post emotions looking for promotions
Im high as fuck everything in slow motion
Dont try approaching you rookies need coaching
Smoked the whole zip plus the roaches
She on my dick I aint noticed
Too busy focused on mo chips
R I P everyone who passed from Covid
And Kobe
Here's the intel
Im just trynna get mail
How in the hell can't you tell I excelled
Schoolin lil rappers hatas expelled
Put me on yo track
Bitch you might get derailed
Yall boys egg shells
Probably send out hate mail
Im just trynna pay bills
Eat another steak meal
Shit don't even seem real
Everybody take pills
Im feeling like Morpheus around you fake Neos
For Real
Im bout
Staying ahead
Go off the head
Give me space like a shed
Im bout
Pimping this lead
Smoking some meds
While Im chillin in bed
Im bout
Staying ahead
Go off the head
Give me space like a shed
Im bout
Pimping this lead
Smoking some meds
While Im chillin in bed
All I got to say is Peace to the land
We just trynna live good no piece in my hand
Feet in the sand
High on herbs
You sleep on a Xan
Spit heat like grease in the pan
Retreat witcha klan or defeat where ya stand
Flow like reading a chant
Exceeding my plans
You dont seem to advance
Like ya deep in a trance
Mexicans in sedan we deep need a van
I'm bout aye
Kiling them with ability of spitting this venomous
Endlessness evidence of excellence
My nemesis pestilence
Had to leave my residence
Im after Dead presidents
There he go off the head again
Truly in my element with Henny and this medicine
Making noise louder and tremorous
Yall fools sounding like tamberines
Not a single bar worth remembering
Im bout to load up the pipe
Im bout to write and go off on the mic
Im bout light like Christ and Lucifer
Im bout no fear why you act pussy for
Im bout Truth
How Bout you
If you say Fuck me
Fuck you too
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Writer(s): Ramiro Garcia
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