KANT RELAX (Bobby Singer)

Mixin' it up like it's chemistry, not cookin' no crack

All that fake love, it ain't shit to me, I'm givin' it back

I don't know if shawty feelin' me, or want my cash

I don't know who wanna finish me, so I can't relax

All of that shit for the bird, all of that shit for the dodo

I can't go back on my word, something you already know though

My brother's jean tag purple, they came in from Soho

I used to be flippin' them burgers, now they want a photo

I wanna run up the digits, yeah I wanna run up the currency

Don't give a fuck bout your feelings, your shawty pull up and she slurpin' me

You know I'm bringin' that flame, you know I'm burnin' that third degree