Hitch Hike (feat. Sheem Kluaf)

You ain't find no realer We drug dealers Go figure circle like glorilla Custom the chinchilla Custom the look Book me on the best stages arenas only I told her bring all her best friends To meet the homies I said real talk I'm the best out And she looked at me and said I agree Now we first class on delta one going overseas Put a opp nigga on calvary I love the circus but it ain't no clown in me Ten toes in this field of mine ain't see a peak Custom the look An octagon on a city street ain't stopping me Full steam they see the platform They see me as a platform But I keep going they got the track wrong Ain't a track of mine I ain't black on Custom the look Nah we ain't cool you was my brother tho What's a microwave to a oven flow You too short to poke your chest out With a gold bottle I got mo money so that mo problems Big wires we don't cash app I air a body like a crash pad You been fell off and going out sad I'm restless I'm going outside I drop a body like its curbside All that parrot talk until the bird died On a trenchy block they call it burnside It's 5pm and a long drive On the 87 and it's grid tight I meditate and I live right And once something don't sit right I pull over and make them hitch hike Hard drive in these hoes get a thumbs up Gotta keep me a stick case they run up Like a fucked on my back tryna come up Hit the strip club and fuck me some ones up Know it's 7 but I'm the 8th wonder Think this hookah been fucking my lungs up Way gang will shoot at em we don't need no jumper Niggas be broke and unbearable I'll have my youngins embarrass you Pop out the back get to airing like parachutes 1200 to put on these pair of shoes How I got in these miris a miracle White whip miracle Have ya bitch throw that shit in a merry go I be getting hoes wetter than ariel But I'm with a bitch badder than ursula Real P have her fucking her purse up Free styling still fucking the verse up I don't care who got next I got first up She could never get board with a surfer From the x they don't play we'll hurt ya Cross us then we lighting the church up For the goal I be fucking the turf up One of a kind No security come with the iron All that shade you would think they was blind Ice the chains to remember the binds Concrete jungle but we was the lions With a vert leaving niggas behind Me and rard like kyrie and lebron All we talking is balling and dimes I drop a body like its curbside All that parrot talk until the bird died On a trenchy block they call it burnside It's 5pm and a long drive On the 87 and it's grid tight I meditate and I live right And once something don't sit right I pull over and make them hitch hike I'm overweight I don't fist fight Catch me in traffic I be on bergen I be in harlem I ain't see you in harlem I know that you hurting And your bm want an upgrade I paid for the surgeon Big slide like we in detroit We really be making the noise He be talking all like a tenor online But in person he losing his voice You a coke head from the dmv I see you really been doing them lines Nigga thought he was getting 300 from me See the nigga been losing his mind Say my name and I appear like a horror flick Home grown my garden lit Once I set my mind to it I accomplish it Big chain flood look like noah arch in it Game time you better find a ticket If I pull up to the vent Everything on my conditions You ain't clicking we clicking Artillery come with extensions I'm geeked and I'm burning Ya energy weird and I feel like it's tension If you wordy I'm doing a sentence We in the lobby like one of the tenants All these racks I feel like it's tennis All of these stoves I really be whipping I drop a body like its curbside All that parrot talk until the bird died On a trenchy block they call it burnside It's 5pm and a long drive On the 87 and it's grid tight I meditate and I live right And once something don't sit right I pull over and make them hitch hike