I’m floating, I know I’m goated. You just don’t even know it, you tryna rain on my parade. I just came down with a snowstorm. Flow nasty, like a toeworm. This is the bros word, you gotta take it. Cuz you’ve been faking it, I’ve been taking the punches, you’ve been trying to escape it. Yeah, I’m like that. Come with the hits, I’ll come right back. Tryna take a swing, you expect I won’t fight back. They take one listen and go “mmm- this a nice track. I’m living in these aquatic dreams, The sunset puts everything at ease, This beat slapping like some fleas, You’ve been smoking, Week, I’m so fly I don’t need greens,