Well, should I do this, really? They be like ooh that's silly
I stare up at my ceiling, I try to find that feeling
They wanna stop my healing, I never pop those pillies
Cuz I know God might kill me, I mean
I'm a misfit wit big dreams
Lonely be the clique, we the dream team
Anybody fold, we might send 'em to guillotine
We be rocking out, like Chris and like PnB
LA sessions in the stu, don‘t question it
Steady making hits like I'm Mayweather, flexing quick
Gotta be patient, when the money coming in soon
We are not basic, we just doing what we gotta do
Yea I got a lot to prove, maybe want the honor too
Steady getting cream, honey's sweeter than the guava juice
If I wanna scream, get the auto tune
Black limousine stretching out, that's a lot room
Shutting down as my mind opens
Still falling with chill poems, my palm swollen
I'm all-knowing, the ball rolling, the car golden
If I blow up, you best know, we all going