Martin Luther King Jr

Just like Luther King, I wake up and strike

No, I can't beef on the internet I'm Swae Lee to shit, I got no type

I got a Cartier eye, my buddy like Popeye, he got his pipe

I'm blowin' zot smoke right out the balcony, I'm tryna jump out the sky

Know I'm a skyboy, pipe down, know, I'm Syked out , lights out

O.D off a Perk, and die lit , I spint a hellcat, im at flight risk

I can feel all the horses like white dick

Cause my racks are dead, put some money on his head

Cause these racks are dead, you got blood on your money

You gotta dodge the feds, scam a M, inside your bank account, you knew trap was dead