Sittin on the docks, boba on the rocks
People hit my line but I dont wanna talk
Im tryin to be calm, I dont wanna see the clock
Dont wanna see my moms, dont wanna see my pops
Just wanna see you, but you dont wanna see me
I think Im seeing things that the people wont believe
Just wanna see some change that Im never gonna see
So I keep my eyes closed while I try to find my peace
Dont even wanna eat, only eat once a day
Sippin boba on the rocks with that right strain everyday
I cant even smoke weed, for me that was just a phase
But you know I still supply, if you need to cop today
Hit my line, scoop you up, Mango juice with the stuff
Grind it up, bust some blunts, got some liquor, thats a plus
You can smoke, Ill get drunk, and well bob to this jawn
Better see you walking up, if you think that Im a punk
Cause I aint a fuckin fool, and I just aint you
And I gotta stack my money to do what I gotta do
See I know its just some paper, please tell me what else is new
But you see, these stupid people take this paper for some food, yup
Back to the head, bitch, I smoke it like I had to
Cracks in my head, like a motherfuckin statue
Back to back with the lead, spittin out the fuckin barrel
Young white pharaoh in the back of the Camaro 
Dopamine release, copin with the freezer
With the coats made of geese, can you feel my energy
Its floatin in the breeze, growin with the trees
Wake up in the morning by the ocean on the beach, Peep
Take away my pain, feel my body up with love
See you landed in my bed, but youve fallen from above
Every time you give me head, got my body goin numb
See you probably in your bed while Im probably goin dumb
On these beats, swervin thru the streets 
Flip a couple packs and keep applying with the heat
Pressure cooker Peep, steppin on your feet
Tell em rest in peace, cut your body to a piece, you deceased
Yellin bitch I aint a fool, and I just aint you
You the type to take the red and Im the type to take the blue
See I know its just some paper, tryna get up out my room
But you see, these stupid people take this paper for some food, yuh
But you see, these stupid people take this paper for some food
Sippin boba on the rocks got the Right strain too
In the East, in the West, what you need, we comin through, bitch