Kryptonite

Overdosing to my music I'm so motherfuckin' gifted

Niggas think that they can do it When I breathe, bitch, I influence

That's my way to life Can't go wrong, my future bright

Super high, I need a kite You can't tell me wrong from right

Fuck a label, that's on Christ Still won't fall if I'm on ice

White bitch thick I call it rice Blasian, bitch, my kryptonite

Blasian, bitch, my kryptonite Still pray to God every night

Often sin, but it's alright Still not perfect, it's alright

I just roll up, don't need pills, to pick the pole up

Yes, it's common sense if tried to bullets fold em