Gg

Black out in the booth
I just blacked out everything
I'm finna block like everybody, I gotta keep my mental sane
Really, I just want the simple things
Close minded nigga take offense to change
Like how
Time don't wait, so I need it right now
I've been taking time, elevating my sound
How I'm so high, but I'm standing on ground
Tell her that's a BET, goddamn meet the browns
Mama wanna see me on BET
Step up to it like BBG
I cannot trip where a fe-fe be
My flow dope like PCP

Prioritize myself, ooh
Prioritize my health, damn
Prioritize my wealth, shit
But that's gon' come with the others
Nigga, I don't got no friends, I got brothers
Really, I don't got no brothers, got twins
I don't even got no twins, got kins
When I go to sleep, I repent for my sins
When I wake up, think it's time to lock in
You see me, beat up the beat, DV
Nigga I won GG
That nigga trash, feces
I came in fried, three-piece
Simon says, BB
Runnin' this shit, Achilles

Niggas can't rap for real
Niggas can't weave on a beat, pull its tracks for real
M-I-A in Jacksonville
He lost his mind off the packs of pills
I'm sobered up and I'm rappin' still
I'm crashing out, God grab the wheel
With a gothic hoe, she gag the feel
When I go up, sign a massive deal
Chains on just like Massa still
She eat me up like she fasting, Ew
Dropped out of school, fuck FASFA nigga
I could become my own master, Ew
Three-five up in my grabba, Ew
Niggas be snakes, they rattle, Ew
Niggas be clicked up cattle, Ew
I can fight my own battles, Yuh

Pain, I roll it
Chronic
I speak, in letters
Phonics
Pressure, built me
Diamonds
I don't wanna work, with niggas
Colleagues
I need that G-Rade, she got the thirst
Hip, hip, Hooray, face imma burst
Drizzy
Rihanna
Pot
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Credits
Writer(s): Julian Robinson
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