Class Uh 23

I feel like a old soul, trapped up in a youngins body Smokin loud pack relieve my stress, it ain't my fucking hobby She gone suck it mean, won't slide in it, her panties ain't clean Yeah, I'm just being honest, shorty f*ck yo feelings, I ain't tryn be mean I started this shit five years ago, I could've been popped my shit but never did My locs they grew they getting long, just like my money, except that's green I walk through town, got that uhhh this that uhhh you never seen I hit 140 innat Audi, I whip that bitch, ain't driving clean I got that shit on me, the feds had took my license nigga I'm ducking twelve, ain't got no fucking opps, everybody else like me nigga Except them lame ass niggas always hating they don't like a nigga Keep on talking, once you do some, pull-up on yuh, we whack you nigga I'm that young nigga from the Southside then we moved out to the burbs I stroll up in the store, white folks they stare they lookin, acting nervous I got pulled over, twelve they ask me why I swerve, they make me nervous I think I got PTSD, I wrecked two whips but I still flourish We gone, we gone ride, we gone slide, We gone find out where they posted, where they hide If you think that I ain't with the shit, guess what boy, I don't give no fucks I ain't got no point to prove to a bitch ass nigga, pull up on his bitch and f*ck her She on her knees, loves to suck me, I'm shredding cheddar and it's chunky Way before the 8th grade I been planning, scheming, tryna get to this money Puffing on this wood, shorty right beside me living life, we good I keep my circle small, I can't trust all, I learned that in my hood Shawty fell in love with this D, she do just what I say so I'm facing woods, 4gs or no less and I'm in go mode I'm always in the booth, don't care what time I like making rhymes I find out you tryn mess with my lil uh, yeah Im gone take yo life I ain't tryna talk like that, get the money walk like that Squeak, squeak tattle you a rat, catch his ass, beat him with the bat I been laying low, been in the trap, he mix fentanyl in his pack In the back rollin up packs, while I puff making these raps I feel like a old soul, trapped up in a youngins body Smokin loud pack relieve my stress, it ain't my fucking hobby She gone suck it mean, won't slide in it, her panties ain't clean Yeah, I'm just being honest, shorty f*ck yo feelings, Ian tryn be mean