Lyrics clay - Connxtion

Out in the middle of nowhere but imma find a way
On my holiday, like i'm weezer got my hash pipe
Link up with the bros and now we blowing like a bagpipe
Act right, chilling, contemplating I dont gotta fucking slap fight
Cus im on my new shit, counting up them blue chips
Whip it in the kitchen, get them chicken cordon bleu strips
Hating on the kid, motherfuckers always doubting me
Middle school days, said they wanna kick me out the academy
Now they wish they stuck with me
Fill em up with jealousy
Plotting on my future gonna make these fuckers envy me
Got a six cedar, itll be the fucking end of me
Got em weak in the knees
They gon bless me when they hear this
You'da thought i just sneezed
Turning up in this bitch, i'm on a thousand degrees
And they itching for some clout just like a dog with some fleas
You a musty motherfucker think you got a disease
And i'm onto new things, that you would not believe
Way im scoring everyday, should change my last name to Ings
And i'm stoked, internationally
Rolling up that cali tree
Like a butterfly but i can sting you like a bumblebee
Now this where yall clap for me
Dishing out these raps for free
Connxtion in this shit, never hear the fucking end of these
So we smoking on that Bok Choy
Dishing out the Rock boy
Pass it off to Kyle, triple double on your head boy
Bald motherfucker making beats he chop it up boy
Rolling with my envoy
Catch me in chicago, learning shit and blowing mad dro
Test me and i'm seeing red, im feeling like i'm gojo
Void of animosity, finding ways to let all my grudges go
This petty shit is nothing
On my scholarship, im not with all that foolishness
Expensive ass degree so im making fucking use of it
Popped an adderall and now im feeling sort of studious
Frivolous and free, man this shit is getting ludicrous
Im about to spaz and act a fool like fucking ludacris
Do this shit for days so yall best get fucking used to it
Fuck around get slayed cus im feeling sort of dubious
Spewing all that bullshit, get your head up out your gluteus

Woke up, check the clock, took my ass back to bed
A pile of clothes on the joe, state of my happiness
Im sick as fuck, i wont get up, fuck what my ancestors said
The only way to wake me up is skipping class and some head
Lackin bread, that's good thing
It's the root of all evil
Til im a super villain, i'll just say hi to all my beautiful people
I say Im used to chillin, but my sinuses fucked
My time isn't done
A joint collection minus like one
Asian spit sick shit, this aint sars tho
Yall got me in the dark about shit
Like ray charles bro
I'm not wit it, im hot headed, I stay hard
Like clark kent and like Rock fred
Can I stop winning?
Bitch who you scared of??
Not the 81.5
These bitches squared up
Whoever talking crazy gon die
Im faded and dry
Sinuses done cleared up i'm faded and dry
Im in a good fucking state of my mind
I'm the GOAT
Motherfucker i'm the greatest alive
Fuck yo track bitch play one of mine
Make you raise to the sky
Still they hate im up high
Make you pray that i die
Cus bitch, fuck you up
Ill turn you to a motherfucking angel and fly
Fuck it bro i aint to stranger to crime
I made the cut like a bayonet
I stay with these rhymes
You got, you got no friends unless you pay someone
Ill aim a gun and let it pop pop
Make your face go numb
Make this shit me vs the world like its racism
Got my dogs with me tho, sic em boys start chasin em
Ill razors edge a motherfucker off the bridge
I'm a crazy one
Fuck yo drugs bitch im lacin em
Connxtion in the stu
In this bitch
Got my crew in this bitch
Im the only fucking asian one
Grow the numbers im talking economics
Get some coffee in this bitch motherfuckers sleeping on me
Get fueled up, imma eat some ramen
I'm a king like Krule bruh
Nah im a god call me izanagi
Big bag on my like grocery
Im bout this rich shit
Lemme teach u about potpourri
Now who u supposed to be?
Yall still act a hooligan
Big boy energy, julian
Don't get me talking bout school again
Drinking spirits til my spirits lifted
7 years living labeled me as fucking gifted
That shit did more damage to my health
Than this motherfucking spliff did

July of 05 the greatest rapper was born
Im only focused on the money give a fuck bout you whores
Yall be watching all my moves you keep a fucking record
And i was feeling bored today Ill bless the booth and record
I would say yall sleeping on me but yall heard that before
Just wait til yall wake up im up 200 to 4
Yall gon regret how you snored
Alright yall, nighty night
Been up in the sky but i can't stop, wont stop
Til i'm hopping on them real flights
Til I sip expensive whiskey and i'm rocking real ice
Thousand dollar steak and mix it with the white rice
Heard that you the hoe type
Me, I'm like the GOAT type
You a fucking bitch you scare the hoes just like you Ray Rice
Motherfucker play nice, made me fuck around
Knocked out your daylights
See them blue and red lights
Knew this shit would happen
Knew this aint no fucking fair fight