(Likkle Dotz)
Cocaine and ammonia, you know I do this
You can't tell me 'bout the trap, bro, don't be stupid
You can't see me in the back row, I'm so elusive
I'm in love with myself, I'm 'bout to go exclusive
Rappers will be rappers and it's only music
So I won't talk about the paigons that I know you're cool with
Or rap about the killers that I went to school with
That I went to jail with, that I went to hell for
Staring at my cell door
Thinkin' if I made pop songs, would I sell more?
All the dreams that they sold, all the lies I fell for
Knowing I won't sell my soul, but you'll probably sell yours
In a heartbeat
Thinking 'bout that crash, I nearly died in that car seat
Even feds wanna kill me living life at this fast speed
Laying in that bed, I see my life flashing past me
One man kamikaze
Now I'm in the station, I can't even call my auntie
It's not the first time I took the charge for my chargie
When I'm on my block, I feel like Jigga in the Marcy
Streets in my soul, in my bones, in my arteries
Potter still trap hard, they still trap hardly
Dotty in my backyard, nanny never asked me
It really hits different when the get-back's nasty
I wish she was alive, I would've probably took her Bali
Or somewhere exotic, next topic
Potter just pulled up in a Jeep with two rockets
"Potter, where you been?
I don't seen you too often"'s what I'm hearing too often
These days, you ain't tryna get a hundred Gs straight
Probably why I ain't slept for a hundred weeks straight
And I treat the weekend like a weekday
I really mean free the lifers, we all got release dates
Till then, I'ma hold it up till my knees ache
Cocaine and ammonia, you know I do this
You can't tell me 'bout the trap, bro, don't be stupid
You can't see me in the back row, I'm so elusive
I'm in love with myself, I'm 'bout to go exclusive
Rappers will be rappers and it's only music
So I won't talk about the paigons that I know you're cool with
