I'm phenomenal, a rose out the concrete
I blossomed to a president
Now I move in silence like Obama do
Every verse I spit got a fact or two
Thought she could finesse me
Got finessed then she ran back to you
I ain't with the acting cuz these niggas is theatrical
Ride with Mo-mo and he known to keep a strap or two
If you ain't talking money it's comedy cuz I'mma laugh at you
You might see me speeding to the money down your avenue
If you around me when I'm smoking then that's me
Showing gratitude
But don't be thinking I gotta conversate and pass to you
I'm a OG propane smoker bring your gas with you
My niggas go-getters if you got it then they after you
Since a youngin I was buggin hangin on the block though
Knockin on random doors and running call it knocked though
Mama said 'boy you better be inside before it's dark'
But I was on my rap shit freestyling at the park
Young nigga I ain't have no bike so I had to walk
Now I press the gas on that Benz and that bitch talk
And I smoke 93 gas like a pistol
It's time to get the money when I'm looking at my wristwatch
Simmie who? Simmie be that nigga you could never be
I'm passing you – you trying to do things that a rapper do
All that funny acting til them hittas start to clap at you
You lying in your raps boy your bars not factual
My punchlines damage you
If he playing with my money we gon Jack-son no Samuel
You better stick to the manual
Cuz my hittas got em tools like handymans they dismantle you
I got smoking on my schedule
And I keep a stoner chick I kick back she feed me edibles
I blow gas weed green like some vegetables
I'm misunderstood but you can't step up to my pedestal

Yuh… 3-B shit