Popeye

Idk u bro dont got any ties 2 u
Small talk ain’t what i like 2 do
I’m up @ 2 i can’t write when the skies r blue
I’m low on vitamin D but i’m at peace NN no trues
Feeling bad, bought a prada bag
Horns i’m a stag
Brave the path
Subi tinted black
Atlas on my back
Pound of gas, i might need a mask
Hit the J n pass
Never lack, plasma in my mag
ET off the pack
I could grant u a wish u can mix me with the tonic
Blue faces, djinns in my pocket
I drop a gummy in my drink now i’m off it
Its either mate or exotics
I make deposits on my cellphone
I can find the clothes half price n i sell those
Stompin out the roach eytys kicks w the Velcro
I been livin in my own world like i’m Elmo
Hahaha i’m laughing 2 the bank, they can smell me
YSL n weed, man there’s nothing u can tell me
Mek denim jeans with the takahashi Tee, take a selfie
I feel like Popeye, getting all my greens looking healthy