I just want you know, I just want you to know

Hello world, my God, yeah

Back again, of course

When did they tell you about me

Where do they know you from

I'ma just get some new smoke

It weigh(s) about a lung

Tell me how you do it, I'll show you how it's done

Show you that we for it, I made a toast to crumbs

Never be wit it no more, scream till I ain't got no voice

Come from the mud, it's no choice

I was on the roll but no royce

I was on the road by myself

Never get approved for my help

Rerolling J's and not L's

Now my rosé is top shelf

But she sweet as the Vineyards

But by my tenure she riding it with six flags

But came for the king dominion

Oh, I know why they never change in the senate

The POV is the GOD

I was never dependent on Zeus

The truth is in the soup

My G's turn to troops

And the dream turn to proof

No masseuse I got the touch

Ain't too many I can trust

Get to where, doing what the hell I want

Doing what the hell I want

I got things to do

Why do you fake the truth

Mama might raise some hell

But She aint never raised no fool

I was never made to lose

Love how we made it through

Love for the haters too

But you don't wanna make a move

I got things to do

Why do you fake the truth

Mama might raise some hell

She aint never raised no fool

I was never made to lose

Love how we made it through

Love for the haters too

But you don't wanna make no move

Nah, before I knew it

Became a way to influence

But no matter how you spew it

You want it, you gotta do it

Your damn self love help

But I ain't help love

So what else

Drug could tighten my light bulbs

It's light Dog

Was scrubs

Riding on that passenger side

On my best friend ride

She's still alive in my eyes, yeah

I hope you hearin' me

Now it ain't no fear in me

At least I get to see you again

Then again

I miss the kicks, the rules

Of making us lose it

The whip, the chain, the game

Is all an illusion

My mom got hands

So with your hands

Salute it

You ain't in that water with sharks

Its too diluted

Confess it

You want the confusion

How you do it

Say you real then hate on the real

Who lettin' you in

She want to stick, the twix

With all the nougat

The master, I'm teachin' my teacher

So who the student

I got things to do

Why do you fake the truth

Mama might raise some hell

But she ain't never raised no fool

I was never made to lose

Love how we made it through

Love for the haters too

But you Don't wanna make a move

I got things to do

Why do you fake the truth

Mama might raise some hell

But she ain't never raised no fool

I was never made to lose

Love how we made it through

Love for the haters too

But you don't wanna make a move

Nah