Yeah, yeah, ya ya, ahh
Yeah, yeah, ya ya, ya
Yeah, yeah, ya ya, ya
They said I wouldn’t make it, running from these pigs but regardless I’m
getting bacon, the top spot is not vacant
Who’s shaking and caking a loose cannon I’m, willing out, my nickname got juice
in it
I’m the reason why the city on the map, last time I checked, I’m the first to
get a Nike check, no meu pé
I’m the first to get a Nipssey blue tick on the gram and I don’t even do it for
it, shit I do it for the fam
Jays on a daily, all my niggas Space Jam, I got capo on trace all y’all should
be scared now
Put me in a box I box out, Pacquiao, I’m Samora Machel and Steve Jobbs brave
child
Yeah, Steve Jobbs brave child, I pull up and they smile, beat my beats like
Pacquiob (Pacquiao)
Drifting cause the world is round, drifting drifting in a pound I’m a dog bitch
I’m a hound
Yeah, young nigga trynna escape, young nigga trynna get baked and stay away
from the fake
And stay away from the hate, got this spaceship it can take me to a fuckin
better place
Yeah, now I’m in my zone, they can’t recognize me they expect a clone (clone)
Bitch I been trying to get lit, I’m on some other shit, now I’m with the shits
So don’t you try me, don’t get in my way, let me find my perfect place please
let me escape
I’m glad my people let me do my shit my way, feel like Bill going through gates
I’m just trynna Escape