Can't Relate (feat. Lowkeykeenan)

I got this shit on my own They get their clout from the hoes I cannot relate to those Smoking I'm blowing my o's Tell them peace out I'm going to go I got some cash got to get me some more If your not with me then get out the door I see myself up on top I'm going to get it I'm cold I got this shit on my own They get their clout from the hoes I cannot relate to those Smoking I'm blowing my o's Tell them peace out I'm going to go I got some cash got to get me some more If your not with me then get out the door I see myself up on top I'm going to get it I'm cold As far as I know I'm the coldest around Shit I'm going to head out of town I'm going to hit up the plug Tell him get me a pound Nah just a zip I been joking We roll up some shit and then we get to smoking Dreaming about life in a house on the ocean I'm getting it done I'm going to put it in motion I'm drinking a potion to wipe out emotions F*ck what your saying It's me and Lil Keenan Messing with him your going to summon the demons Messing with me we are going to show you the reason Why I'm the baddest one out every season Hating they love to be doing it why? Because they can't ever get close to the prize Me I keep grinding I'm getting what's mine Only gang ties I don't f*ck with small fries I got this shit on my own They get their clout from the hoes I cannot relate to those Smoking I'm blowing my o's Tell them peace out I'm going to go I got some cash got to get me some more If your not with me then get out the door I see myself up on top I'm going to get it I'm cold I got this shit on my own They get their clout from the hoes I cannot relate to those Smoking I'm blowing my o's Tell them peace out I'm going to go I got some cash got to get me some more If your not with me then get out the door I see myself up on top I'm going to get it I'm cold Just smoked me a pound this week Man I been high as hell You say you got that work? But we could hardly tell You niggas ain't rapping Your singing some lies Little ass boy go and flip them fries I'm counting up guap While your rolling up swishers Damn is that Keenan? I need me a picture I'm going to talk my shit and a nigga can prove it To be honest You need to stop making music I'm sliding on tracks and I'm killing this feature Your bitch cant dance nigga f*ck it I'll teach her Ninety Overall nigga feeling like a demi-god Been hitting these shots from three point range F*ck that hoe she can keep my change Low key Keenan when you say my name Man This shit getting to easy I'm rapping on soft My boy serving them blocks I'm taxing an eight for a nigga named Scott Gary Payton how I keep them locks Just came home with them knots full of guap Humble ass nigga because I used to sleep in cots And hell no we can't Relate You hang with the fakes while I'm counting up cake Like damn my boy We could have shared plates F*ck it let's get back on track Niggas ain't fucking with me that's a fact My opps they slow I'm running around laps Got my killstreak I can see on the map My boy play d and I keep them sacks I'd be mad too if I was always in last, bitch