From the 203

Same nigga from the 203 If you don't know me I tell 'em Google me nigga Runnin' shit like track athlete Sugar Ray on the beats the way I brutally kill 'em Okay I know few who want my spot I got it on lock I hold it down like Fort Knox She all over me from head to my socks anytime on the clock I know they want what I got nigga I'm the number one problem they corny like Logic Spoon stop it you're outta pocket nonsense Man I'm just bein' honest At least I can make a project that's on a topic I promise I'm comin' live from the cockpit Flyin' 'round I feel like Aladdin on a carpet watch this 40 songs one artist More in the vault I'm flowin' like a damn faucet I'm on it Same nigga from the 203 If you don't know me I tell 'em Google me nigga Runnin' shit like track athlete Sugar Ray on the beats The way I brutally kill 'em Lot of self doubt before I put a project out They really only want the shit to elevate the clout Not my route only authentic comes out my mouth And if I switch up tell my dogs they gotta put me down Pound for pound round for round competing with myself I just don't wanna have dust on my trophy shelf I show up in the clutch it's not hard to tell Same nigga since my daddy told me to get the belt 97 'til infinity we keep the same energy I know my people feelin' me how real it be Feeling heavenly the way I rap my melodies You gotta be kidding me leave the scene obscene end of scene Peace