Blunts, bucks, n bugs Who am I And for what? They tryna catch me vibe But no luck (even when I gotta do it) They just stuntin Wonderin why They get no Love Ima look em in the eye x N give em up Give em up Give em up Give em up Give em up A little salt In the cut I'll clean you up Get you ready For the day You gettin blunted Ima pit bull I'll put you niggas simple This just the rarest type of breed I mean I'm More like the cat that's in the tree Let my tail go dummy Before you fell to the knees To shamed to look high Or even think How that doggy even climb How he gettin to the point Wagging ultra over time I could sworn he told me bout my mental These the seeds I'm forming Climb up in you Had you at the corner store My signs in windows Had you walkin over more Your mind get blissful Then trip you as you coming close Now I'm your friend zone (you plant me, from your peripheral attentions, inside your conscious, but hidden by reason that no social contract was executed. Not even a moment of eye contact made). Nothin but Ghost Til you hide your bliss n Divert the mote When slow mo Spot the guy in the cloak Tryna stole ya So I ain't lightin ya torch (to do means that you gotta trust a complimentor - e.g., this beat) Make you controlla Who am I And for what? They tryna catch me vibe But no luck (even when I gotta do it) They just stuntin Wonderin why They get no Love Ima look em in the eye x N give em up Give em up Give em up Give em up Give em up A little salt In the cut I'll clean you up Get you ready For the day You gettin bucked aye it's uncomfortable so uncomfortable incremental bliss It's just enough to keep you hustle to Overthinking through the muscle moves Memories is what you sunk into Until you seize Where they be huntin you I'm wantin to Be about my way But everytime they humble you I see a peice of me A peice of him A speck of men A pizza scent Back to ya zen The leaves I'm in The trees They blend But the seas make wind And when that happens We gon see on CNN How my vines blow backwards Reveal I'm so catter while They peel the fruits I pasture My last speel I'll hope you have to In the class you will Compose and capture The trill Who's groves Is trapped in the build Who am I And for what? They tryna catch me vibe But no luck (even when I gotta do it) They just stuntin Wonderin why They get no Love Ima look em in the eye x N give em up Give em up Give em up Give em up Give em up A little salt In the cut I'll clean you up Get you ready For the day You gettin bugged