[Hook]
It's been 3 weeks since I smoked this weed
Been 2 week since I bust my seed
Don't worry about me
I'm chilling, I'm living
I been doin my thing
My mental exchausting (?)
It's been 3 weeks since I smoked this weed
Been 2 week since I bust my seed
Don't worry about me
I'm chilling, I'm living
I been doin my thing
Been drinking on my drink
[Verse 1]
I'm laid back and relaxing
My current state is cool calm comfortable
Feeling indestructible
All praise to most merciful
Most high, we close by
Young m**ms with no bow tie
I'mma drink this drink and then go die
That's a d**h wish
Yes I'm the best, b**h
Must handsomer than I am in my press pics
Always sound a little f**ed up when I text sh**
That's me though, my flaws stay a part of me
Expressing oneself honestly never hard for me
From a young age, I promised that I keep it real
Keep my mind open, only say words I really feel
To this day I stay on the same journey
My brain working how I get paid like a brain surgeon
Lames lurking in the background, see me shining
Dark skin, long hair, with the chinky eyelids
Rockin shirts that I got from my father
Make me feel like the same man who washed up on the harbor
Despite my birth in the third world, I still feel
More at home in New York listening to Bjork
She something like a goddess in my mind
Always rocking the banging beat, dropping the hottest rhyme
Plus you can tell she do mad d**
And if she don't do mad d** she must be realler than life
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'm sitting in a chair, drinking Pepsi
With enough ice in the gla** to make water resent me
Plus, just hopped out the shower
Temperature hit triple digits
The crib got AC, I ain't even got it
Get it b**hes
Avaricious
But I know means the richest
No riches
To be honest, the smallest things give me joy
Hearing people talk about their stuff is so annoying
I ain't even really in it for a number
Just want enough so the whole fam can live in comfort
But if you think about it that's probably a lot of dough
Make a g, make another g, that's my g code
Write an album in a week, that's beast mode
Ice cream with my dinner, that's a la mode
Rhyme book on the floor by a pile of clothes
Right before I spit a rap I say how it go
When I was young, used to ball Mic Geromino
Queens borough in my heart cause it's all I know
New York on my back, they don't give a f**
Living like the city, I don't give a f**
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