Hide my pot stash in pottery pots All cap in ya draft lottery from hats down to socks. Yea I know some souls that you won’t even face in spirit Rap addicted fiend leave my shoe laces laced with lyrics So watch and learn like eyes a sasukes sharingan We forefrontin' these rhymers lives is behind a body guard Timely cost focused while my colleagues party hard Jot these bars I'm hardly far from home ever artistry's ours Rappers talking hard but soft as cotton balls who’s stopping him From going balls out acting ballsy at proper properties Juices from her Bermuda as a muse for my ocular Go for grant and Jackson’s while I’m bagging Kerry Washington’s Washin em like 500’s faster than auctioneers talk Concoctions feared of opps I'm off some beers god We got em here though Like Tyson this could tear his ears off Solid pair Marz and chin compared naw Never that bro F*ck a pat on backs from pastors Leave after ya shit is packed bruh I’m sorry A$AP Rocky that’s a purse that ain’t no satchel I’m Satchel Paige mixed with Satchmo Lifting kush my Armstrong Come to her house with bat and balls Reach first base then call off Who the f*ck told you to step up in the first place Claiming fucking first place Tying for it worst case Mental capacity in the worst space but prospering Properly still on lock with this You wack as Janis Joplin is Split from em with 6 degrees of separation Excel in status progress in placement All your rhymes is basic Pull out the zig zag and face it. Like