Produced by: T Goons
Mixed and Mastered by Dustin "Tuck" Tucker and BJ Young
Island Earth Music

im feeling motivated, these hoes hate it, rollin haven't been sober lately, Im so faded.
Smoking strong i know you jaded, man you mistaken, take a breather ya chest is aching, dog you can't take it.
Im Impatient suck at waiting that's just how ya boy live, im sippin on ciroc and thats just how ya boy sip.
The reefer keep me chillin say im chillin like ya fridge, you aint fuckin with the homies, you aint fuckin with this shit, ah

Hook
Said ima homie of all the homies you aint a og, you phony, say you do, but you don't really know me.
I got Ozs, Roll and smoke weed, fuck the police they goon see, they aint got control cuz they don't own me. to you im on that stupid shit. to me on that music shit, im trippy on my lucid shit, sippin on that juice and gin. fuck boy im losing it, the game well im just moving in, cruising at the altitude im gone like on that roofelin.

Bridge:
Ya see, im the apocalypse coppin all what the cops against, Home boy that shit is obvious, and i be in the lobby with a sloppy bitch, ima get a room and insert it like a floppy disk.

verse 2:
My job is in the music, but i aint on the schedule yet, speed fast wheels wobble, need to peddle less.
Say we can settle this, crunch ya like some kettle chips, i spit hot like my flow came out the kettle bitch.
Its nice to meet you, ill be gone in a minute, say im on your girls walls i be posted like pennants.
Said if you with it, then get it, i just lit it, so hit it, man im committed like with it, my mind is up with john lennon.
Cuz i be fucked up
Take a shot, take another one, i got weight, which means i gotta ton of fun, now thats alotta colada pins, quanomala, if you see me on the streets, i bet you probably gonna follow, sleepy hollow but i get head, lips like blistex and if your girl see me, ima probably get a quick text.
im going solo with this music i don't need a group, cuz a group is an excuse cuz you aint good at you.
I be rolling like a coaster on the island of the kings, im the king of the island and its the island of your dreams, money fallen off the trees, weed growing on the beach, i got my queen thats all i need, and if you chief then you can leave, cuz im the chief the captain, man everything like that.
No service if you write i wont write back.
Sippin liqour with the syrup in the double cup, double up, my minds jumping like it double dutch.

Hook
Said ima homie of all the homies you aint a og, you phony, say you do, but you don't really know me.
I got Ozs, Roll and smoke weed, fuck the police they goon see, they aint got control cuz they don't own me. to you im on that stupid shit. to me on that music shit, im trippy on my lucid shit, sippin on that juice and gin. fuck boy im losing it, the game well im just moving in, cruising at the altitude im gone like on that roofelin.