Lyrics:
I woke up, that's a piece of my mind,
I roll up over gunshots, all about the lean like a rhombus, (mine)
and you need to be mine
Roll up like a ceiling fan,
Just got out the trenches am breathing man,
Believe I'm deep, ain't no sheep in the van,
When I get to speak, I believe you'll be damned,
Now feel the breeze on the beach in the sand,
Getting seeds in the soil like I preach to the fam,
I'll reach my peak when she wiping the piece,
Got a rifle in hand, about like 3 beneath the sheets (ah)
I do believe I'm deep, go shopping every week,
Go filling shopping carts, bought iconic beats,
She gotta suck on these, guess she'll borrow knees,
Bitches ain't loyal man just like enemies,
"I got a gun on the low tho
and my shrink talk back with raised eye brows"
No apology, lots of powder, pardon me,
In the colony, everybody follow me,
We all up, yeah we all up, yeah we roll up, (eh ma)
