Yeah Right

G’d up from the feet up ain’t no thing that you can’t beat up
Yeah right, yeah right
Always lighting weed up so your mind is fully freed up
Yeah right, yeah right
Claimin' that you’re poppin', IG models givin' top in the front seat of the
Mazda
Yeah right, yeah right
Got more fucking options than pills I’ve seen you coping
Yeah right, yeah right
Dropping bands on fashion often drip so hard they’re always mopping
Yeah right, yeah right
Those sheets are luxury and cotton that’s why you aint getting off them
Yeah right, yeah right
Actavis non-stop in the cup to cure the coughin'
Neglect the bowl of broth don’t give a fuck about your coffin
Yeah right, yeah right
You look like God
You look like God
You look like god can’t one see you
Somehow I just don’t believe you
Somehow I just don’t believe you
You look like god can’t one see you
Somehow I just don’t believe you
I’ve got a lottery bet
I’ve got a lot of regret
(Who me, I’m fine, everything I’m doing’s by design)