| Hop up out the bed |
| My hair smelling like blunt smoke |
| My Momma worried bout me |
| Too much sh*t that she don’t know |
| I’m the sh*t |
| I had to float the 808 |
| Like a boat row |
| My aura always glowing |
| Think I look like a light show (x2) |
| I think I caught the Holy Ghost |
| Around the rosie |
| Do-si-do |
| She screaming for me |
| As I’m drifting slowly into comatose |
| Hold me, no |
| Tell me, are the homies home |
| Cuz I’ve been exposed to another being |
| And I think that it’s time to go |
| It’s a brand new KeiKei arising |
| Open my eyelids |
| I’ve been dreaming |
| Now new sh*t on horizon |
| All my stars are aligning |
| Fighting demons, Orion |
| With the might of a lion |
| I’m in my temple, like Mayans |
| And you can’t even climb it |
| B*tch, I’m out the box and in my bag |
| You’re wanting what you couldn’t have |
| A Ricky logo on the flag |
| We fly it over Maryland |
| In Donnycaster, holy land |
| And cast our shadows |
| Like we were wearing red |
| And holding hands |
| With only a tan glove on |
| I do my dance on graves of the older me |
| No controller needed |
| Cut the puppet strings from the back of me |
| And I started bleeding |
| Publicly and honestly |
| I’m telling you we gonna be |
| The leaders of the DMV |
| Or you can catch my whole penis |
| Hop up out the bed |
| My hair smelling like blunt smoke |
| My Momma worried bout me |
| Too much sh*t that she don’t know |
| I’m the sh*t |
| I had to float the 808 |
| Like a boat row |
| My aura always glowing |
| Think I look like a light show (x2) |
| Alright, look |
| I’m throwin verbal right hooks |
| I’m fried like I’m a line cook |
| And all my n****s dine first |
| But all your n****s dying first |
| Cuz yo block’s hot |
| From them lying verses |
| Need to hang that sh*t up |
| Like your towel |
| After you hit the shower |
| Got my mojo back |
| They say I’m groovy |
| Like I’m Austin Powers |
| London boy |
| I sold the O2 out |
| Too bad it was a dream |
| The requiem was that I woke up wide awake |
| Still on a stage |
| Yelling every word |
| But draped around me was a cloud of haze |
| Like Jimi, man |
| I play this game in a way that no one’s ever seen |
| I f**king gleam |
| We stack the team up to the ceiling |
| Hanging from the pipework |
| This rapping sh*t is light work |
| So, I had to spit a slight verse |
| It’s slight work |
| Like Vance be |
| No, y’all can’t dance with me |
| I went creek walking when you see the streams |
| Everything is bigger than it seems |
| Not a meme picture |
| Everything you wanted since a youngin |
| Hey |
| I don’t really want the coverage |
| But the music can’t be undercover |
| Other n****s try to push me on a product |
| Imma just kick back |
| And light the pot up |
| Then I wake up |
| And I |
| Hop up out the bed |
| My hair smelling like blunt smoke |
| My Momma worried bout me |
| Too much sh*t that she don’t know |
| I’m the sh*t |
| I had to float the 808 |
| Like a boat row |
| My aura always glowing |
| Think I look like a light show |
| Hop up out the bed |
| My hair smelling like blunt smoke (x2) |