Tryna find a purpose And this shit is hotter than a furnace, oh okay Rapping like a turtle Fuck all of your federal reserve notes, oh okay Only real bro I got is Tim We gone do what it take to win Fake fucks ion give a fuck bout them Always keep the heat in my pen What's gone take for them to listen No white boy flow like this Pack a bowl of the kush I rip That energy off I dip Bet you ain't heard nun like this Keep a blunt in my hand my mit I'm Damaged as fuck I admit Been trying to find myself so many times where I end up jus stuck ina pit I'm sorry the stuff I forget Need a real one ye that's it Tryna find a purpose And this shit is hotter than a furnace, oh okay Rapping like a turtle Fuck all of your federal reserve notes, oh okay Blowing the trees Tried to bury it deep, life's a delicacy Numb to the pain so we never defeat I'm in my room stop pestering me Ima recluse so bury me deep I ain't the same as America sees Proly belong somewhere overseas Fuck what they tell ya jus follow ya dreams We buried in stars they never could see Talking bout mars but ain't been in the seas When we on the beat reaching higher degrees The music a drug yea we all jus some feens Wordplay is valuable we jus some thieves The words be like pollen we just some bees