30 YARD DASH INTERLUDE
CIA looking at my phone
Bet they hear me talk, leave it at the tone
FBI knocking at my door
Let 'em think I'm gone, in the bed I snore
KGB checking if I'm home
Better buy new locks, never leave me alone
Dirty draws an a rib tat hoe
30 yards Imma sprint that hoe
Feel it in my bloodstream
If i die right now don't judge me
Whatchu know about envy
I could melt right now don't tempt me
I might live life lonely, but the government never did control me
I'm a brand new species
Give it two or three decades, people gon' be me
Bet facebook wan' delete me
Get my file pulled up lemme read through
You ain't evolved, you Pichu
To reach my height better eat your greens up
People think karma's real
I do good deeds, I'll teach ya
I just lost my house
An lost my job
An lost my features
Funny how your demonized if money don't complete ya
Funny how you're criticized for chasin what you dream up
Running into people from my old town who didn't get out
Back then in the past, I talk to no one, had no friends now
Look them in they eyes, I think they're life is kinda dead now
Then they ask me if I want my fries to come with ketchup
Hoe you would chase this
I am not discrete the only B you get is basic
Cannot comprehend the shit I plated but I face it
Smoke a dab so fat that every terpene I can taste it
You keep resurrecting me, my soul is in the strainer
These boys keep on texting me, I'm running out of data
If it's not 'bout paper, then it's prolly saved for later
Bet they hear me talk, leave it at the tone
FBI knocking at my door
Let 'em think I'm gone, in the bed I snore
KGB checking if I'm home
Better buy new locks, never leave me alone
Dirty draws an a rib tat hoe
30 yards Imma sprint that hoe
Feel it in my bloodstream
If i die right now don't judge me
Whatchu know about envy
I could melt right now don't tempt me
I might live life lonely, but the government never did control me
I'm a brand new species
Give it two or three decades, people gon' be me
Bet facebook wan' delete me
Get my file pulled up lemme read through
You ain't evolved, you Pichu
To reach my height better eat your greens up
People think karma's real
I do good deeds, I'll teach ya
I just lost my house
An lost my job
An lost my features
Funny how your demonized if money don't complete ya
Funny how you're criticized for chasin what you dream up
Running into people from my old town who didn't get out
Back then in the past, I talk to no one, had no friends now
Look them in they eyes, I think they're life is kinda dead now
Then they ask me if I want my fries to come with ketchup
Hoe you would chase this
I am not discrete the only B you get is basic
Cannot comprehend the shit I plated but I face it
Smoke a dab so fat that every terpene I can taste it
You keep resurrecting me, my soul is in the strainer
These boys keep on texting me, I'm running out of data
If it's not 'bout paper, then it's prolly saved for later
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