1800

I'm from 1800 no suicide number, huh
Don't you screw on my summer
How many Ms gonna be in my Bunker?
Hmm, like two to five hundred
I won't pass up a hit
Just like my homies won't pass up a hit
No, I gas it up
Lightening, greener on my side, the grass erupt
It's the root of my thunder

Hm, I'm from Lisbon and shit
If I ain't recording, I'm kissing and shit
Huh, it's Portugalia
Burning the beats in the kitchen and shit
Pedro Batista, I christen the whip, heh
Twisted? A bit
Fuck all the plays you out there guaranteeing
If I don't see money, I don't listen to bids
I don't listen to bids
Not about money but give me the biz'
We be mid-fucking and she don't like children
But she still be asking please give me the kids

Bitch, I ain't leaving that easily
Don't like it, boy, but it is what it is
Get yourself outta that negative rizz
I see NPCs calling NPCs NPCs
I'm on the MPK making MC beats in the damn PC
So I can play them in stadiums with entry fees
And no empty seats
You can deny all you want
Like teachers, I'll chalk it up to
You envy these skills
If you say I ain't bringing the feels
Then like John Cena, you can't see me

I'm from 1800 no suicide number, huh
Don't you screw on my summer
How many Ms gonna be in my Bunker?
Hmm, like two to five hundred
I won't pass up a hit
Just like my homies won't pass up a hit
No, I gas it up
Lightening, greener on my side, the grass erupt
It's the root of my thunder

I go too hard, soon I'm making a brick
Repping my city like Trilla, I'm Rick
2018, then I started to develop
Career suicide the way I'm gonna blow myself up, boom

Huh, career suicide the way I'm gonna blow myself up
They ain't use to care now they blowing up my cellphone
Little bit of bittersweetness mixing with the self-growth
Stu' in the room, not soup, but the cell foam
The mic and the dino and the legend himself, bro
Fly to the diamond, like Legend of Zelda
A decade of sorries, now all y'all welcome
My boy Youngbuck said I'm overly nice
Here's to the rappers that hoping he's right
Fuck all the hate, we all roaming to right what ancestors couldn't
We own it tonight
Lucky I'm here it's like rolling the dice
Gotta give credit to lonely insight
And to myself just for holding me tight
Did it alone, but like, homie, it's life
I know I don't really fuck just to fuck but come through
Then I'll pass you back to the streets like one, two
I can fill your void but I really don't want to
Too much shit that I really can't undo
I'm no fuck boy but I can fuck you
I didn't choose this single fun mood
But I sure embrace it, it don't hurt to
Literally, it legit don't hurt, dude
I only hang out with winners
Mentality of let's get our dinners
I been in Lisbon getting my flowers
Now I'm about to make bread in printers

I'm from 1800 no suicide number, huh
Don't you screw on my summer
How many Ms gonna be in my Bunker?
Hmm, like two to five hundred
I won't pass up a hit
Just like my homies won't pass up a hit
No, I gas it up
Lightening, greener on my side, the grass erupt
It's the root of my thunder