You think you can vibe to this Its easy look I get the shit from my past Let the beat telegraph Catch a vibe press record Put em all in a bag, real life in 4th quarter ain't no excuses the gas piping Need Two-Fifteens like gas prices Took a long time I ain't exciting Cause I know its more down the road Tend to to roam then I get in my zone Just reflect one deep gotta silence the phone And roll a fat one take the long way home We started off weak now they watching and we oh so strong These rap verses nigga put it in stone Play it back spoke into it and they seen that And fuck a dream motherfucker go and be that Gotta keep my eye out niggas plotting Tinted glass half way down since they watching They was talking Jazz I was trying get it popping So I left em all alone now my stock 10, nigga So how it feel Knowing that you got it and some niggas never will I'm in New York these niggas probably thing I got a deal Like I got time to ever focus on components and hoping The dopest notice I'll grow it til I'm controlling controlist Still with the hopeless, it can be gone by the morning Working like I ain't got it And she ain't coming withdraws when you making deposits I think reality done set in Nigga thought it's love but them snakes tend to fit in Circle small as fuck little nigga you can't get in One of one, no replacing ain't a fill in When they say my name they feel the truth Put it in route, 2 by 2 Money peeler, ain't no killer if you shoot That ain't you, aye what's new Nigga came in without a vouch and they gone vouch and that's the proof Yea Yea Yea Real How y'all feeling We in the house We in the house We in the house We in the house She say I can't lie we blessed My Mentions full Cause some blog didn't mention me Seriously I can't that shit seriously I Would love to play along But That's just the kid in me This grown man business You gotta be kidding me I know locals would rather get rid of me Say I went Hollywood But I'm still in the triple D A lot of hate I know A lot of fake i know Ask your girl I go Deeper Who he loving Who he fucking I know it's a mystery Started my own company Can't join your misery A lot of captions I know You see I'm actually a goat In the heel (Hills) Just searching for greener Pasters Every roll outs a red carpet I might've wrote for your favorite artist Made my own lane I Gotta double park it On my Double R shit On this road to success Got a nigga car sick But im feeling great Cashmere Thats expensive taste Grinding hard On my two a days We preparing For them tour days Album mode Going through the crates Survival mode Going through the safe Okt say we Gone do the wraith Tell Tay That's how you do the race Never changed Still a cliff nigga Still a send you Off the cliff nigga I'm known to snap Ain't talking pictures Underground king It's get no trilla These Niggas cap This ain't that Deeper than rap See I said I want that rolle And I went and did just that Got that water This ain't tap Save your dap We ain't fam We gone catch him off cam We gone slide like a scam I never get the credit I deserve But I never say a word This for those ain't keep their word I'm typing you this memo like its word Thank God I left the herd Goat boy