[Intro]

Fresh boy chilling

[Verse 1]

There are lots of pretty girls in here

There is fragrance in the air

I’m bidding my time

And though I'm coming for a girl

Crease in my lines

(I need to write on this)

Biggy, not afraid though

Seeking, not a g y here

How she tells me that

She’ll never get my freight in

I’m in her paper

Likened to savers

I get a car

She tell me I'm not fair

Told her, girl, that shit is not fitting

[Bridge]

And I her try

Looking in my face

In the fucking amount of time

I try

Saying everything I am

I’m out hеre

[Verse 2]

Motherfuckers wanna hold mе down

Like it’s not time to be gourmet

I don’t even know

Ain’t no fuckers around

That’s the darkest

It’s me on the mic

Cos I won’t let it b rule

And I'm skipping on my words

Like I'm skipping docks

But nobody says his stocks ever got her

I’m liking it

Cos I gotta aim this shot

Shots at the back of my mind

Like door on menace

Fin in up, cornmeals

All I ever had are darts

Come up higher, I say to myself

Why, we’re grinding harder

I’m looking at myself

Fishing out mummed thoughts

If they stay true

They will resonate with me

Ace in on my son

A man who really cares

For these thoughts, mum louder

If I fail, that’s my dot to her

If I rise, that’s my fish

The whole haircut, know that’s my official

(laughter)

That’s my fish

Yeah, that’s my fish

If I ride, that’s my fish

How I fucking go