Intro
Yeah
Gods plan was to leave me in the van
Runnin' on my own hands
Call that sh*t a handstand
Popping bands
Verse #1
I was never meant to make it this far
Everybody knows that I'm subpar
Until I start rapping I'm a f*cking god
Thats why its gods plan not ours
Everybody knows where I go
Everybody f*cking with the flow
Mixing them beats making rolls
Poppin off the pillie Imma row
I dont wanna play in the snow, less you talking coke, less you talkin both
Bridge
And them boat rules Panama and Im f*cking talking whole school
f*cking with them b*tches all day
Sorry, I dont really f*ck wit b*tches like that no more
I only got one girl hold on
Running with the bands in the hand
Put a f*cking band in to plant
Everybody hopping in a van
Verse #2
f*ck on me ,yeah b*tch f*ck on me
But I won't f*ck back maybe leave a text or three
Freestyling is a f*cking rap ting
And I f*cking rat on you if you f*cking rat on me (nope)
Unless you be snitching for no reason
Then i pop you flakes in a season
Season you like steak ain't no reason
f*ckin all these hoes what I thinking
But i got one girl for the reason
f*cking with everyone fleekin'
Everybody knows what my reason
I dont like no private school ting
Tryna get to south but I can't (Worcester)
f*cking with my boy from the clan
Boof on the beat like
Verse #3
Spitting bars like I'm on average
Kendrick Lamar I past him
King Los still rapping (410)
Guns still clappin'
Guns still rapping, guns still wrapped in the bag, with the brown bag
Holding the [?]
They say its beer but it ain't
They got gat and they running wit all the rats as they shooting back at the rats
f*cking with the mans for a reason
Got the bag rappin' for threes and
With my girl always be thinking
What the f*ck he doing for no reason
Outro
f*cking with the thinking
What in the world are they thinking
f*cking with them dont believe in no f*cking reason