Birth-Giving Music

F*ck em dirty boy shit Check me out, what's up Bounce, bounce, bounce One time, for your mind Said I'm the shit that you stepped in I pass the weed up on my Left to my best friend He pick it up, I do my stunts You see me flexin (uh) C-Fel shot the sherif killed the messenger Cross faded Check the statements on my PayPal Ain't shit I could say now Could probably run with me if Your legs never gave out i'm hungry With some love and hate for my country If you Ain't make no money you ain't really nobody She pass the herb from the shotty To the dood up in the driver's seat I'm always one hundred with you Now don't you lie to me I keep it comin' it's my proof So let me ride the beat Cause in this life, two options Homie: fight or flee I'm beautiful because my my moms be Sippin coffee, smokin weed And rotatin my laundry And they say rap is kinda ballsy But they ain't do shit in life But go on YouTube and watch me The name is growin' Makin moves, f*ck, Facebook scrollin' Designer sketch up in my team And next we makin clothin' I'm catchin' fish up in Montego with Jamaican women Stash the cash up in the wall After I break a hole in Like Rollin' Rollin' the kid is golden I'm 'bout to deal with more Power than the Romans don't want it only With all my homies imma take the earth So keep your cool, F-E-L-O is makin' work All y'all can, breath Not everything what it, seems Tryna float away like the, breeze Not really sure what I need I just wanna place where I can, breath Not everything what it, seems Tryna float away like the, breeze Not really sure what I need I just wanna place where I can I just wanna place where I can (Fel) Just wanna place where I can (yeah) Just wanna place where I can (Muthafucka) "Get out my face, bitch" "Bitch, get out my face, bitch"