Ay yo the other day some nigga hit me up
Said yo what you got left
Cuz he heard mad shit, he tried to put me to the test
I lay like 150 more styles on him
I was flipping mad taste, spitting shit out like phlegm
He couldn't even understand the progress
I was smoking on the criz
While he lit up the stress
No more, when that shit touch my chest
Always got the orange hairs when it's time to bless
I guess, that's why I'm always on a higher, plane
To gain past the wealth and fame
Why niggas always pushing on mental rights
I straight manifest, I be catching the vibe