Smoking that gas
Smoking that pack
A nigga be stressed
So I need to relax
Just hopped on Apex
Who are we playing
Carrying teams
That's a certified fact
But I'm not a shooter
IRL
The Uni Blue 4s
Fly as hell
So I ran a check up
I ran his neck up
Now I be dripping
YSL
Don't got a Roley
Don't got a Bimmer
I plan on coppin
Nigga I'm scheming
I'm with the fiends
And I'm with the Gods
I travel the cosmos
Talking to stars
They tellin me none it feeding my soul
Attracted to gold
I need to stick to my goals
Putting on all the team
Living our dreams
Nigga we sponsor Supreme
Smoking that gas
Smoking that pack
A nigga be stressed
So I need to relax
Just hopped on Apex
Who are we playing
Carrying teams
That's a certified fact
But I'm not a shooter
Still got a Ruger
Nothing to prove
So I keep it moving
I keep on juking
I keep avoiding
All the bullshit
Causing confusion
Itty bitty niggas
Tryna walk in giant steps
I'm the King of the Jungle
Boy there ain't no lions left
I defeated the gods
With Medusa round my neck
& I swam through the stars
Just by holding my breath
All the material meaningless
Even though money bring happiness
Cars, clothes, and jewelry can be finessed
So I just pray my life is stupid lit
Smoking that gas
Smoking that pack
A nigga be stressed
So I need to relax
Just hopped on Apex
Who are we playing
Carrying teams
That's a certified fact
But I'm not a shooter
I'm proving
That moving them keys
Ain't gon help with ya net worth
My niggas invested
In pressure
And stepping on necks
So we know 'bout that leg work
I'm from The Boot
So you know I'm the truth
Niggas can't do what I do
The f*ck is a Roley gon prove?
My starting five make it move
They throwing ass as a crew
I'm vibrating higher
Than pilots
That cruise on Cloud nine
And be touching the cosmos
Don't f*ck up my time
Got the nine
Know I keep it divine
Yeah I got the god flows
Qi
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Smoking that gas
Smoking that pack
A nigga be stressed
So I need to relax
Just hopped on Apex
Who are we playing
Carrying teams
That's a certified fact
But I'm not a shooter
IRL
The Uni Blue 4s
Fly as hell
So I ran a check up
I ran his neck up
Now I be dripping
YSL
Don't got a Roley
Don't got a Bimmer
I plan on coppin
Nigga I'm scheming
I'm with the fiends
And I'm with the Gods
I travel the cosmos
Talking to stars
They tellin me none it feeding my soul
Attracted to gold
I need to stick to my goals
Putting on all the team
Living our dreams
Nigga we sponsor Supreme
Smoking that gas
Smoking that pack
A nigga be stressed
So I need to relax
Just hopped on Apex
Who are we playing
Carrying teams
That's a certified fact
But I'm not a shooter
Still got a Ruger
Nothing to prove
So I keep it moving
I keep on juking
I keep avoiding
All the bullshit
Causing confusion
Itty bitty niggas
Tryna walk in giant steps
I'm the King of the Jungle
Boy there ain't no lions left
I defeated the gods
With Medusa round my neck
& I swam through the stars
Just by holding my breath
All the material meaningless
Even though money bring happiness
Cars, clothes, and jewelry can be finessed
So I just pray my life is stupid lit
Smoking that gas
Smoking that pack
A nigga be stressed
So I need to relax
Just hopped on Apex
Who are we playing
Carrying teams
That's a certified fact
But I'm not a shooter
I'm proving
That moving them keys
Ain't gon help with ya net worth
My niggas invested
In pressure
And stepping on necks
So we know 'bout that leg work
I'm from The Boot
So you know I'm the truth
Niggas can't do what I do
The f*ck is a Roley gon prove?
My starting five make it move
They throwing ass as a crew
I'm vibrating higher
Than pilots
That cruise on Cloud nine
And be touching the cosmos
Don't f*ck up my time
Got the nine
Know I keep it divine
Yeah I got the god flows
Qi
Smoking that pack
A nigga be stressed
So I need to relax
Just hopped on Apex
Who are we playing
Carrying teams
That's a certified fact
But I'm not a shooter
IRL
The Uni Blue 4s
Fly as hell
So I ran a check up
I ran his neck up
Now I be dripping
YSL
Don't got a Roley
Don't got a Bimmer
I plan on coppin
Nigga I'm scheming
I'm with the fiends
And I'm with the Gods
I travel the cosmos
Talking to stars
They tellin me none it feeding my soul
Attracted to gold
I need to stick to my goals
Putting on all the team
Living our dreams
Nigga we sponsor Supreme
Smoking that gas
Smoking that pack
A nigga be stressed
So I need to relax
Just hopped on Apex
Who are we playing
Carrying teams
That's a certified fact
But I'm not a shooter
Still got a Ruger
Nothing to prove
So I keep it moving
I keep on juking
I keep avoiding
All the bullshit
Causing confusion
Itty bitty niggas
Tryna walk in giant steps
I'm the King of the Jungle
Boy there ain't no lions left
I defeated the gods
With Medusa round my neck
& I swam through the stars
Just by holding my breath
All the material meaningless
Even though money bring happiness
Cars, clothes, and jewelry can be finessed
So I just pray my life is stupid lit
Smoking that gas
Smoking that pack
A nigga be stressed
So I need to relax
Just hopped on Apex
Who are we playing
Carrying teams
That's a certified fact
But I'm not a shooter
I'm proving
That moving them keys
Ain't gon help with ya net worth
My niggas invested
In pressure
And stepping on necks
So we know 'bout that leg work
I'm from The Boot
So you know I'm the truth
Niggas can't do what I do
The f*ck is a Roley gon prove?
My starting five make it move
They throwing ass as a crew
I'm vibrating higher
Than pilots
That cruise on Cloud nine
And be touching the cosmos
Don't f*ck up my time
Got the nine
Know I keep it divine
Yeah I got the god flows
Qi
Writer: Xavier Gauthier
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