[Intro]
(I stay true to the grain of G.P
Word to my mother I can never be a s**er
I die hard too, yippie-ki-yay muthaf**er)
[Verse 1]
Uh, whoa
I'm noddin' off, laying by the beautiful flowers
Lost my head for a couple of hours
This ain't my song anymore, this sh** is ours
I found my inner peace but I battle with the outer layer
Of negativity and all this hate
And I ain't here to push your bu*tons, I'm here to push play
[Verse 2]
Yeah, f**ing slap 'em here to bring the real back
All these s**ers wanna trap
Well, I believe that keeps you trapped
And I ain't here to knock your hustle
Or knock you off your throne
Just shut the f** up and pa** the microphone
Yeah, and this one's for anyone who can feel more than usual
I lose myself in the sound, this sh** is beautiful, what
(I stay true to the grain of G.P
Word to my mother I can never be a s**er)
[Verse 3]
Yo
Ay yo I'm posted on my writers block
Yeah I love my time a lot
I used to trip on what I couldn't control but I just had to stop
f** that
I used to chase a girl that wouldn't love me back
Now I'm chased by these girls that won't love back
I used to get high in cars and do the same sh**
Then realize I'm wasting away and need to get a grip
On my life
Cos I ain't gonna find it in these blunts that I light
Getting turnt at night tryna find a hoe that I can pipe
It's the fresh, ripe b**h
I go f** a red light
Haven't seen my friends since I got my head right
Woah