Mother Gaia

I see them commas, coming to a nigga
Like the fucking llamas, blowing through them figures
Blowing through them figures
Blowing through them figures
Blowing through them racks
Get the fucking stacks hoe
Get the fucking—
Get the fucking—
Get the fucking—
Get the fucking—
Get the fucking—
Yeah I get the fucking—
Yeah I get the fucking hoe, red mink rug
Racks bitch damn
Racks bitch damn, yeah racks bitch damn
Racks bitch damn, yeah racks bitch damn, yeah racks bitch damn
I got racks, I got fucking racks
I got fucking stacks
I got fucking money
I got fucking bags
What you think I’m funny?
Connecting with them plants
Man I stay connected, bitch I’m with the—
Bitch I’m with the earth, shе just treat me well
That’s my mothеr Gaia, yeah she for my help
Yeah she fund my health, yeah she fund my wealth
Yeah she fund these bills bitch she funding for it all yeah
Yeah I’m spreading all this love yeah
Yeah I’m spreading all these commas, spreading all these rhymes
Boy you make a dime man, boy you make it shine
Boy you make it rock man, I ain’t even trying
I ain’t even trying, nah, I ain’t even trying
I just go and take all these fucking freestyles
I just one take all these fucking freestyles
This shit from my heart, this shit come from me
Nigga don’t you see, I’m the only be—
I’m the only being man, a dei-fucking-ty
I’m the only being man, the dei-fucking-ty
Yeah I run the fucking earth, man my mind been made of—
Mind been made of—
Mind been made of—D-M-fucking-T
I just smoke the weed
I just smoke this herb, man I’m smoking on this green
Smoking on this pound man, smoking on these rocks
That’s just what I am, that’s just what I shop
I just like to ball man, balling at the mall
That shit be so liminal, the liminal tick-tock
The liminal the fog man, liminal the halls
Liminal the clothes, man I renovated calls
Man I make these raws, and I make these tunes
Yeah I make these tunes man, how I make these tunes