Hitch Hike (feat. Sheem Kluaf)

You ain't find no realer
We drug dealers
Go figure circle like glorilla
Custom the chinchilla
Custom the look

Book me on the best stages arenas only
I told her bring all her best friends
To meet the homies
I said real talk I'm the best out
And she looked at me and said I agree
Now we first class on delta one going overseas
Put a opp nigga on calvary
I love the circus but it ain't no clown in me
Ten toes in this field of mine ain't see a peak
Custom the look
An octagon on a city street ain't stopping me
Full steam they see the platform
They see me as a platform
But I keep going they got the track wrong
Ain't a track of mine I ain't black on
Custom the look
Nah we ain't cool you was my brother tho
What's a microwave to a oven flow
You too short to poke your chest out
With a gold bottle
I got mo money so that mo problems
Big wires we don't cash app
I air a body like a crash pad
You been fell off and going out sad
I'm restless I'm going outside

I drop a body like its curbside
All that parrot talk until the bird died
On a trenchy block they call it burnside
It's 5pm and a long drive
On the 87 and it's grid tight
I meditate and I live right
And once something don't sit right
I pull over and make them hitch hike

Hard drive in these hoes get a thumbs up
Gotta keep me a stick case they run up
Like a fucked on my back tryna come up
Hit the strip club and fuck me some ones up
Know it's 7 but I'm the 8th wonder
Think this hookah been fucking my lungs up
Way gang will shoot at em we don't need no jumper
Niggas be broke and unbearable
I'll have my youngins embarrass you
Pop out the back get to airing like parachutes
1200 to put on these pair of shoes
How I got in these miris a miracle
White whip miracle
Have ya bitch throw that shit in a merry go
I be getting hoes wetter than ariel
But I'm with a bitch badder than ursula
Real P have her fucking her purse up
Free styling still fucking the verse up
I don't care who got next I got first up
She could never get board with a surfer
From the x they don't play we'll hurt ya
Cross us then we lighting the church up
For the goal I be fucking the turf up
One of a kind
No security come with the iron
All that shade you would think they was blind
Ice the chains to remember the binds
Concrete jungle but we was the lions
With a vert leaving niggas behind
Me and rard like kyrie and lebron
All we talking is balling and dimes

I drop a body like its curbside
All that parrot talk until the bird died
On a trenchy block they call it burnside
It's 5pm and a long drive
On the 87 and it's grid tight
I meditate and I live right
And once something don't sit right
I pull over and make them hitch hike

I'm overweight I don't fist fight
Catch me in traffic I be on bergen
I be in harlem I ain't see you in harlem
I know that you hurting
And your bm want an upgrade
I paid for the surgeon
Big slide like we in detroit
We really be making the noise
He be talking all like a tenor online
But in person he losing his voice
You a coke head from the dmv
I see you really been doing them lines
Nigga thought he was getting 300 from me
See the nigga been losing his mind
Say my name and I appear like a horror flick
Home grown my garden lit
Once I set my mind to it I accomplish it
Big chain flood look like noah arch in it
Game time you better find a ticket
If I pull up to the vent
Everything on my conditions
You ain't clicking we clicking
Artillery come with extensions
I'm geeked and I'm burning
Ya energy weird and I feel like it's tension
If you wordy I'm doing a sentence
We in the lobby like one of the tenants
All these racks I feel like it's tennis
All of these stoves I really be whipping

I drop a body like its curbside
All that parrot talk until the bird died
On a trenchy block they call it burnside
It's 5pm and a long drive
On the 87 and it's grid tight
I meditate and I live right
And once something don't sit right
I pull over and make them hitch hike