plant boy bobby stops by to kick some game, with thirty talking smooth on the outro
Young baby with braid too tight, you know the feelin' you are the feelin', you are the celin'
Proverbial in the eye this was sky, that is you, you'll bloom, black tie, weak suit
My cards are not in play yet to trade on, holographic like a dead rapper at Coachella
Wait, I meant
Mint condition like fresh print bills power cap blue hills with rich folk
Got guards it'll take to shot and be killed, I don't know how to hold my tongue
Mmmm, just had some thai iced tea , though I'm black and it'd prolly be a thai who look just like me
Father had a bunch of kids, could've crossed paths with a guy who look just like me
If that's not shady, bury me under the willow tree and I'll come back when it's struck by lightning
Uhhh, what're the odds, bruh?
Water my grave and give me veneration, contemplatin' leaving this plane advance and wrote my resignation
Conversation with my noodle, I'm no longer waitin'
Pacin' pacin' on long days
with no weight on I could,