I Get It

(álbum: Spring Mirage - 2016)

Bitch, you ain't gotta say shit
Leaning I'm, dreaming
I don't think
I might be going back to my space ship

Adidas with the Velcro on 'em
Why Chester give 'em hell so often
More gold, I sound like a bell shop
Hella ILoveUgly in the mailbox
[?] sketch niggas
My homies told me "Get a TEC nigga"
I ain't get a TEC, I got some more checks
It might've made my head bigger
When it comes to [?] you can't project figures
Need a lot of bucks, I got a lot of bitches
Wanna fuck me over, make a lot of children
Got some luck from clovers, born in March I'm chilling
Like the arctic villain or your arch nemesis
On the parchment scribling spells, drunk as fuck
It's hard to finish, so it's hard to wish
Well it was hard to hate him now it's hard to trust him
While I started talking louder had to choice
Nü Age started fucking wiling out and hating
Hating, hella fucking salty, I ain't with it
Wasted as fuck, don't be wasting my time
Only smoking on the loudest, it's the fragrance
Xanax popping [?], power moving plays and
I will never make you sour losers famous
Fuck you, feel like you wasting my time

Going up
I get it, I get it
Going up
I get it, I get it

I'm rolling up dutches, you rolling up swishers
What the fuck is that? Two different niggas
I'm 'bout the art and I'm all about grips
No matter who else in the picture, you taking an L cause you know we won't mention
Might call the clones and the henchmen
Rolling up the doja and blow it no incense

Blowing up
I get it, I get it