Young Bobby Kennedy, bitches gon' remember me
Sippin' on my remedy, feelin' like I'm seventeen
Keep me in your memories, motherfuck a prayer
You don't need a God when you're this fuckin' rare
Women by the pair, drugs in the air
Backwood Boy, white skin, long hair
Pager on my hip, razor on my dick
It's best you come equipped if you steppin' to the pimp
I don't need rims, cause I don't need a whip
Nineteen years, I ain't got a license yet
I'd rather that a bitch drive, I'mma just smoke
Lean my seat back, feet up, blowin' O's
Bitch that's SESH, blunts to the neck
Dollar store white tee, ninety-nine cents
Bitch I am a legend, you are just a peasant
Black marble floors when I'm house shoe stepping
Bitch I am a legend, you are just a peasant
Black marble floors when I'm house shoe stepping