WANTED

On my neck that’s 24

At home I got plenty more

Everyday I'm setting goals

And it’s all numerical

I see that you

talking about loyalty

Saying you **** wit me

homie then run it up

She wanna slide to the crib

and then hop on the bed

Where I keep all the money tucked

No we ain’t no taking no pictures

Keep my face out of your insta

I don’t mess with em thots

who chasing the clout

And they only gon live

for the mention

Bitch I’m in a different

dimension

Like Rick

and Morty moving godspeed

I think Me n G siamese

Cuz we the last of a dying breed

Showing no love show no affection

All of you blocking my blessings

Should I repent for all

of my sins

Or should I go

**** up the section

Ima born winner stay winning

Belt on me like Mayweather

Mike Amiri new suede leather

Black bandana on feet ok

Ima born sinner stay sinning

**** out my way

you should know better

Big banana wit the propeller

Go gorilla like oh shit

All of you running your mouth

While I’m lapping

you run the baton

Used to be bussin the sushi

And now its the mic guess

I’m back on the job

My face on a poster I’m wanted

Like I been breaking the law

Don’t get involved

if you are not ready for war

Quick with the draw

On my neck that’s 24

At home I got plenty more

Everyday I'm setting goals

And it’s all numerical

Ain’t got time for anecdotes

That’s just how the story goes

You gon give me my damn space

Hit me thru a telescope

Don’t kill my vibe

when I’m in my zone

Got somewhere to be

no ride alongs

If I don’t know you

then I probably won’t

So keep my name out your ig posts

We on a spaceship going home

From all these basic boring clones

Same ones that be showing love

Low key hating throwing stones

I keep a tight circle

I'm an asshole

Too many fake ones

with their masks on

Scheming

They will never catch me

slipping even on a broken ankle

And I'm thankful God

Prayer hands

as I open my third eye

Intuition is just something

part of I

Steady growth in time

Sign the checks

that’s the bottom line

Nothing much to it

I'm just tryna dine

Don't call me when I'm eating

I'm pressing decline

Trust me when I say this

I'm getting what’s mine

All of you running your mouth

While I’m lapping

you run the baton

Used to be bussin the sushi

And now its the mic guess

I’m back on the job

My face on a poster I’m wanted

Like I been breaking the law

Don’t get involved

if you are not ready for war

Quick with the draw