Floatin

(álbum: 2nd Demo - 2018)

People swear they love me when I know they don't
Listening to fuck shit up, so overdrawn
Had to get money like the daddy lion
Used to tryna make your way and put you on the town, whoa

The talk is long, and I ain't doing favors
And I don't need 'em either, I gotta stay up
'Cause you know I can't sleep before I get the paper
Baby, fix your face up, rather get the makeup
Pick up the flavor, start dark but I'm not Jamaican, I'm serious

2018 in my bag, and I'm going ham again
Forty the cash, I pull the.40, and I'm the man again
I'm back tripping like I'm text squeezing
Yeah, they think they solid till they vest leaking, chest wheezing
Always want the drama for a next reason

I just wanna kick it, boy, I'm Jet Li'ing
Floating on a wave like I'm jet skiing
If we get into some beef, we should stay vegan, mean it
If you don't want these hands, you should know your place
Bitch, if you don't want dance, then get out the way

Noah Carter, real name, no fucking gimmick
Stepped up like the boy in the finesse
Mad fling, boss, I never been a genius
Cuff 'em, push 'em, white snow plow in the coldest winter

Handshakes and pictures, dawg, I'd rather not
I'm focused like a sniper when he blast a shot
Fresh off a comedown, yeah, this shit is real
Listening to Belly, Lullaby, and that's the way I feel

I don't mumble rap, and I don't fumble pass
I kick back and picture baddies like the Tumblr app
Baby, go and drop it if she off the juice
Coupe suicidal, man, that's off the roof

Whole P.O. gathered, that ain't nothing new
If I teach you how to class, that's a substitute
I told McCoy, need a song to loop
And I'ma do what I do, yeah