[Chorus] x 2 Moving through the city like a slick one You too used to pity like a b**h, son Snakes will make like roaches when the switch on Know I'm always solid never switchin' [Verse] Pardon my manners No longer in Kansas No broads in Atlanta Driving no panda My shortys will sound sus' Trying to sell us their stories But it's just a story I make my own beats I play my own keys Sounds like I'm lonely I'm truly a hustler Never a buster Don't front for no false love Guess I'm a genuine, genuine Like rhyming, Frankenstein Like monster, every time I'm writing, late nights Like ride in, on my horse Like 5 min' after I'm Supposed to clock in I clock out like I'm Mr. Bolt My screws loose, guess He missed a bolt These bars just so mystical Call 'em wands, no, no Gryffindor All I want is a listen though You don't like it, you're free to go I promise, sh**'s hella dope [Chorus] x 2