Yeah, listen
I was blunted last week in Berlin
I had this friend who had this whole gram of hash that we burned like gas
82 G body, digital on the dash
Catch me with a Backwood, I be rolling up grass
Main chick a grade A, she in a whole 'nother class
20 grand in the duffle, I'm in my whole other bag
I'm after fo' hundred grand, I'm 'bout to go to Japan
I'm 'bout to blow it at Sam's and I'ma post to the 'gram
Nah, I'm playing, I'm just rambling, niggas like, "What you be samplin'?"
So they can go and snitch to upper management, panicking
A pan-handling, Pan-African
Banned from traveling after wearing a dashiki to the Vatican
Niggas be snapping like Def Poetry vocally
Telling the Devil to let go of me
Respected globally, slept on locally
But the real ones know who stole from me
How you doing, it's nice to meet you
But I must go now 'cause I don't need you in my life, no
I let my phone ring 'til the call drop
I'm too busy for your small talk, I don't want to
Sorry, not sorry
I had shit to do so I skipped your party
I'm watching a documentary on Garvey
You hang out with people that eat at Arby's
I mean, where are we?
Might as well bring back Ed Hardy
I'm at the park and rec's yelling, "Niggas can't guard me!"
I want my Kodak moment
Give me a track and I'ma go black on it
I spit a whole rap on it
Might put the whole pack on it
I mean I'm laid back, really
But I could flow laps on ya
Don't make me collapse on ya
Like a tsunami wave
These sonic waves will braise through
Whatever point you was tryna raise
It's not a game, you kinda lame my man
I'm just saying, what you explaining fo'
Not here to entertain it though
I just came to go
How you doing, it's nice to meet you
But I must go now 'cause I don't need you in my life, no
I let my phone ring 'til the call drop
I'm too busy for your small talk, I don't want to
Sorry, not sorry
I had shit to do so I skipped your party