Produce

(Yeah, Psyker) Came from the dirt, yeah, I'm from the soil These niggas crabs, yeah, I'm bout to boil Counting the cash, yeah, I'm feeling royal I did the dash, yeah, I need a lawyer I don't feel bad, I can't do nothing for you Don't know why you mad, I don't even know you Yeah, I get the bag, yeah, I get the produce Yeah, I get the green, yeah, I get the produce Niggas be fake, they be so bogus So trash, they ballin' like Bogut I run to the bag, get up in the morning I know I'm the man, I know that you know this He tryna finesse, you thought I didn't notice I'm reading in the room, even though I'm floating Yeah, I'm on the moon, smoking on blue lotus Don't know what to do, yeah, I just be zoning Yeah, these niggas be bitches, they tripping They glitching like computers that just be loading Yeah, my life is a movie, this shit entertaining Got clips, and I'ma reload it (Bow!) Ballin' like I'm Kyrie, I do it like Nike Hit the game-winner with the floater Yeah, too many bitches on my body She going crazy, but I don't even know her No, I don't even know her But she comes to me I don't even have to approach her She vibing with the team, I be chillin Rockin' some loafers I think I lost my keys, I might ride around with the chauffeur Came from the dirt, yeah, I'm from the soil These niggas crabs, yeah, I'm bout to boil Counting the cash, yeah, I'm feeling royal I did the dash, yeah, I need a lawyer I don't feel bad, I can't do nothing for you Don't know why you mad, I don't even know you Yeah, I get the bag, yeah, I get the produce Yeah, I get the green, yeah, I get the produce