(Hook) komatosin, yeah you know that we so fucken throwed, you could call us over muthafuckin toasted, even tho a nigga neva boastin, yeah look at my halo you could call me chosen, when I split the skies wide fucked open, slayin these punks right out in the open, up and down you could say I'm rollercoastin, lookin so high people say that I'm floatin, despite all this sorrow a nigga keeps on hoping, every night I see 10 g's and you know that shit is definitely stolen, celebrating hands up in the sky always seem to be toastin, got therapists sayin that my mind must be broken, I'm still steady mobbing and tokin, its your girls inbox that I be pokin, such a big rip that shit left me chokin, everyday I cry cant you see my face is soaking, call me frog prince cuz I'll continue croakin, yeah I pull em in like a nigga just went roping, I like to get high but I sure as fuck aint no dope feind, in the ocean id surely sink cuz a nigga always wears too much muthafuckin bling...