Boomerang

[Hook] It's been 3 weeks since I smoked this weed Been 2 week since I bust my seed Don't worry about me I'm chilling, I'm living I been doin my thing My mental exchausting (?) It's been 3 weeks since I smoked this weed Been 2 week since I bust my seed Don't worry about me I'm chilling, I'm living I been doin my thing Been drinking on my drink [Verse 1] I'm laid back and relaxing My current state is cool calm comfortable Feeling indestructible All praise to most merciful Most high, we close by Young muslims with no bow tie I'mma drink this drink and then go die That's a death wish Yes I'm the best, bitch Must handsomer than I am in my press pics Always sound a little fucked up when I text shit That's me though, my flaws stay a part of me Expressing oneself honestly never hard for me From a young age, I promised that I keep it real Keep my mind open, only say words I really feel To this day I stay on the same journey My brain working how I get paid like a brain surgeon Lames lurking in the background, see me shining Dark skin, long hair, with the chinky eyelids Rockin shirts that I got from my father Make me feel like the same man who washed up on the harbor Despite my birth in the third world, I still feel More at home in New York listening to Bjork She something like a goddess in my mind Always rocking the banging beat, dropping the hottest rhyme Plus you can tell she do mad drugs And if she don't do mad drugs she must be realler than life [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm sitting in a chair, drinking Pepsi With enough ice in the glass to make water resent me Plus, just hopped out the shower Temperature hit triple digits The crib got AC, I ain't even got it Get it bitches Avaricious But I know means the richest No riches To be honest, the smallest things give me joy Hearing people talk about their stuff is so annoying I ain't even really in it for a number Just want enough so the whole fam can live in comfort But if you think about it that's probably a lot of dough Make a g, make another g, that's my g code Write an album in a week, that's beast mode Ice cream with my dinner, that's a la mode Rhyme book on the floor by a pile of clothes Right before I spit a rap I say how it go When I was young, used to ball Mic Geromino Queens borough in my heart cause it's all I know New York on my back, they don't give a fuck Living like the city, I don't give a fuck [Hook]