Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die Just fucked up a check on clam chowder and shrimp, think I shoulda got lobster My homie Coupe told me next time that I land we gon' do it real proper Scuffed up my J's, was a wonderful day for a walk on the beach Took a swim, smoked a blunt, took a nap, damn I got sand in my sheets Spend a week in The West, but I flew from The East Wake up early in the morning, breath stankin’ as I’m yawning on these California streets All gas, no brakes, that’s the lingo round The Bay, swang it or don’t bring it Pull up fifteens got my trunk bangin’ Customers on line one got my phone ringing All about my paper think you need to make a payment Married to the game think you need to get acquainted Fresh taper in my scraper going dummy while I’m swangin’ Hol’ up Just got a call from the plug, posted in the ‘jects with the dealers and the thugs Had to get it out the mud, God as my witness, my jury, my judge Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die Let’s Ride Westside Let’s Ride Just popped a thizzler, might nine inch your sister Henny my cup, platinum cookies my swisher Don’t keep it trilla than I can’t fuck witcha’ Bullies in hoodies with fullies come getcha’ Women, weed, weather, shit can’t get no better Provolone, mozzarella, fucking up this cheddar Get your hood stomped out like Def Jam Vendetta Shout out FEDE, we doin’ everything forever Need chips with my dip and I don’t need no lip Empty a clip let you ghostride the whip Mind on my grip and I’m gon’ make it flip Lean on the switch feeling throwed than a bitch Drankin’, thizzin, smokin’, coastin’ Forty, water, splash, ocean Gas, brake, dip, yokin’ Headed, to the, town, Oakland On a money making mission getting to the paper Mobbin’ with the squad, all black like the Raiders Real with my players, no love for the haters Smoking vapors, hella flavors, in a fresh pair of Taylor’s Hol’ up Just got a call from the plug, posted in the ‘jects with the dealers and the thugs Had to get it out the mud, God as my witness, my jury, my judge Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die Medusa on my chest, Venus by my side The Devil in my ear, Black Jesus on the rise The sand is at my feet, the sun is in my eyes Looking at my life, this'd be a perfect day to die Let’s ride Westside Let’s ride

Sippin’ this robo got me moving slow-mo Party on sixth I’m riding down SoCo Keep a nine on me I’m flexin’ like Romo R.I.P. Chad, I’m draped out in Polo I got a call from Dee the G he said, “Motherfuck a hater” That’s my big brother like Kane and Undertaker I hopped in the slab and I’m swangin’ like nunchucks The plug hit me up party time kowabunga Four door C-Class but I drive it like a Hummer Let the top back let ‘em know we killin’ this summer Still rockin’ Polo and its fuck Hilfiger Keep a small circle only fuck with trill N****s Came from the sewer ain’t a damn thing pretty Now a country boy living in the big city Bad bitches at my show, let me sign them titties Party in the third ward, shout to H-Town Diddy Chrome on my tires so I’m sitting on shredders Looking fly as I glide in my ride, Clyde Drexler Grippin’ on the grain so I might get a splinter Kinda hungry from the munchies so it’s pizza for dinner I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that’s my way of saying hello See my round your hood, grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that’s my way of saying hello Hold it down for my hood like a Texas boy should, grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello Name ain’t Knievel but stunt what I do Pray to Jesus when I let back my roof R.I.P. Pimp, these are country rap tunes And if I ain’t chopped and sc-screwed it ain’t mus’ Moved from the sticks, got a house in the hills And I know I snowbunny that told me come thru and chill From the H-Town so you know that she trill She down to ride, call her April O’neil Just popped a seal, hope it don’t spill Death to the fake, life to the real Sitting on leather, oh what a feel Whippin' and sippin', Jesus take the wheel You can smell the scent when I open the door Got kush, got drank and I need mo’ Might pour a fo’, holla at your bo’ Don’t forget a pack of them swishers from the sto’ Shout out to Doodie, X-man, Quita, Possum Living at the top, know we started from the bottom Nine seven nine, two five six know I got ‘em Roll up a blunt then we pass it like Stockton Shout out to Dez and shout out to Bogan This for the Ville, this for Magnolia-Logan Don’t get it twisted Cuz got that extend Shoot your lame ass like duck hunt on Nintendo Mayne I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that’s my way of saying hello See my round your hood, grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that’s my way of saying hello Hold it down for my hood like a Texas boy should, grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello I got my windows down Sippin’ this robo got me moving slow-mo See my round your hood, grippin' on leather and wood I got my windows down, smoking loud, throw up the deuce that’s my way of saying hello Hold it down for my hood like a Texas boy should, grippin' on leather and wood, just call me Donatello Sippin’ this robo got me moving slow-mo Just call me Donatello

Scoot over a lil bit Yea, right there Oooyea, yea Oooyea, yea Sit right here is what I told her I feel the liquor taking over She got her legs wrapped ‘round my shoulders She turned my face into a sofa Roses are red, violets are blue I get off at two, then I’m coming thru Got so little time, got some much to do So many positions, girl which one to choose? You can ride that cowgirl, you can ride that surfboard Up in it for so long I pay rent like a landlord My fragrance by Versace, hers by Chanel Baby got a donkey, so Imma pin the tail Hol’ up Enough with the talking, it’s time for some licking When I get the sticking you gon’ be dr-drippin’ Girl I’m a dog, I’m gon’ eat that kitty Much puncture a lung, might rupture a kindey Suit and tie on, you gon’ get this business You’ve been a bad girl, so come get these whippings Your screams got the neighbors suspicious Your forbidden fruit taste delicious This dick ain’t a given This dick is a gift and a privilege Mile high, be your sky captain When you’re climaxing Mayday, I’m going down If I drown Imma die happy Sit right here is what I told her I feel the liquor taking over She got her legs wrapped ‘round my shoulders She turned my face into a sofa Girl stay right there hold that camera still Come sit on my grill call it Netflix and chill Four in the morning when shit got too real Her hands on my jimmy, I gave her that steel Going so hard like I just popped a pill Put me on death row and you’d be my last meal Sun coming up and you’re still in my bed First meal of the day , call it breakfast n head Girl you look good in a beater and boy shorts Now girl bite that pillow and scream till your voice hoarse Girl you look good in sweatpants and house shoes Now girl go down low and show me what that mouth do She sent me a text said “last night was amazing” I sent her one back and said “girl you so tasty” Need dope dick, you know I’m the plug Have designer sex on designer drugs Would hesitate to say I’m in love But it’s a couple things you remind me of You remind me of my Benz I wanna ride it You remind me of my Card I won’t decline it She turned my face into a seat Sit back and get comfy She turned my face into a couch Imma make you love me Sit right here is what I told her I feel the liquor taking over She got her legs wrapped ‘round my shoulders She turned my face into a sofa Oooyea, yea Oooyea, yea

I’m on my way, I’m always late, what else is new? Instead of being mad at me here’s what to do Put on your favorite playlist, candles set the mood Take off that dress, that bra, that thong, leave on them boots Every time you leave it always seems too soon Let’s get married in Vegas, vacation on the moon That’s what I call a real honeymoon Will you load that money counter full of hundreds boo? Just call me Yogi-Pooh Will you be my picnic basket full of honey boo? And I don’t mean to compare you to food But I love how you turn the bedroom to a table for two The way you move, did I mention your body so smooth? The definition of perfection, no room to improve Next to you in the nude is my favorite view Now let your pulse keep the tempo of my favorite tune Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone I’ve been thinking ‘bout you all day long Your heartbeat plays my favorite song And I think you deserve a Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone I’ve been thinking ‘bout you all day long Your heartbeat plays my favorite song And I think you deserve a Soon as I wake up you just fuck my whole day up Wondering how you look so good with no makeup Sometimes I wish we’d argue just to make up Then make duplicates of our genetic makeup I pray to The Most High we never break up For you I’d hold a bank up and take a pay cut We do cute shit like, Eskimo kisses, rubbing noses Think you farted one time, I couldn’t tell ‘cause it smelled like roses Under your spell, must be witchcraft or some hocus-pocus Sounds like Flying Lotus but this beat make by Shinoshis You fine like a diner somewhere with fine chinaware Plus you look extra good with your lion hair Worth more than a dime, you’re fine ninety nine Get lost in your eyes just to pass the time Can’t see the future but the present is in your behind And y’all don’t need to know her name just know I call her mine Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone I’ve been thinking ‘bout you all day long Your heartbeat plays my favorite song And I think you deserve a Thumbing thru your pictures in my phone I’ve been thinking ‘bout you all day long Your heartbeat plays my favorite song And I think you deserve a Grammy I think you deserve a Grammy I think you deserve a Grammy

I woke up bright and early on a Thursday Bought big sis a Basquiat for her birthday Work hard for this shit but I play with that cash I’m spending it quick but I make it right back Can’t take it when you leave We don’t build walls; we build bridges and burn trees Politricks with these crooked policies Out maneuver cops while hopping in and out of V’s Fuck dying on my knees, I got children to feed A family with wants and needs It seems, that freedoms everything but free Searching for inner peace, a quiet place to grow my seeds How far will you go to satisfy your greed? Pride will get you killed, learned that from Apollo Creed Even Sway don’t have the answers They’re searching for tax breaks instead of a cure for cancer Wait, put my hands on my ex, that shit was hard to take Flew to the Golden State, almost jumped off the Golden Gate With my luck, shit, I’d probably make it Come out cold and naked I’m good, call me Michael Phelps Cakeman Let me stop playing, I pray for patience in hopes for greatest My palace painted, my chalice tainted from purple drankin’ My pockets caking, the block was quaking, the haters hating My paths forsaken? The fuck you saying? I gotta make it I shake it off, thru the lobby, break the vault Mama call me DJ, it’s CJ from San Andreas fault She was working late, dad overseas a couple months Before them suits I had them bundles tucked like cummerbunds Her only son, gifted like Christmas, the holy one Sippin’ Arnold Palmer with my gun, now that’s a hole in one Blam, blam, Steph Curry, it never jam You know I had to kill the flow one time for Killa Cam The trillest fam, I call the plug, come get your mans Before I had an instagram I had them instant grams Strapped with the tooley, highway to hell, I bust a uey Mama ain’t raise no fooley magooley, bitch I’m Huey

Promethazine in my cream soda, strawberries in my champagne Codeine in my ice tea, I’m smoking granddaddy purp watching Purple Rain Just popped a pill for breakfast, Percocet for my back pain Already having problems sleeping, so I don’t touch that cocaine Sixteen got my first Benz, nineteen had my first kid Teacher thought I wouldn’t be shit, graduated in ‘06 Left the city in twenty ten, came back in twenty twelve A&Rs thought I wouldn’t sell now my alias is on the mail Professor of this pimpin’, the captain of this trappin’ Mufasa of the the lions, Rafiki of this rappin’ I’m ‘bout action, they ‘bout actin’ Ain’t afraid to scuffle, I hear the words you’re speaking but the truth is slightly muffled Build a tipi to a mansion, a picture from a puzzle The Huey of the hustle, survivor of the struggle Born ready to rumble, bring muscle to a tussle Put a potato on the muzzle now your tomatoes a puddle Catch me at SFO with a duffle and a truffle When it comes to that queso like my pesos by the bundle Drop heat in the winter time then lay low all summer These n****s though I was finished then I came back with another My homie’s mama died now he stressin’ Wish I knew just what to say so I could help him I told him “keep your head up and count your blessings” I’m smoking like a hippy Trilly Nelson Mayne, shit ain’t been the same since the election Feel like I can’t leave the house without my weapon Police ain’t in the streets for my protection That’s why I’m smoking like a hippy Trilly Nelson Platinum cookies in my Swisher Sweet, Styrofoam full of Texas tea Bazooka in my backseat, got my shooter ridin’ with me, call him Pistol Pete New year, same ‘ol g, it’s a new year, I need a new V Got my eyes on that G wagon but I really want that sixty three Got laid off on my day off, gotta make this rap shit pay off Day and night, left and right, Bernie Sanders, Bernie Madoff She said she like my style, I told her “welcome to the club” If mugs grew on trees I’d be fresher than a mug Spent a hundred on a t-shirt, man I thought I had that wave Spilled some drank on my Medusa, had to throw that shit away Man, I miss the old days, playing 2K with J Might move to the bay, sprinkle scallions on my steak Need some time to ventilate, let my soul rejuvenate, let the bud disintegrate Allow me to demonstrate, the style that you imitate I know that you finna hate While I count cash you ain’t finna make Let them shots p-p-penetrate They pray to rap like Eminem but end up sounding feminine My mind be on them dividends, Mercedes Benz with my lady friend Rumors of retirement, its true, there’s no denying it Who else supplying flyer shit? Who else supplying fire shit? Every time that I’m supplying it they end up crucifying it Address me as Your Highness, bitch Mount Zion to the lion’s den My homie’s mama died now he stressin’ Wish I knew just what to say so I could help him I told him “keep your head up and count your blessings” I’m smoking like a hippy Trilly Nelson Mayne, shit ain’t been the same since the election Feel like I can’t leave the house without my weapon Police ain’t in the streets for my protection That’s why I’m smoking like a hippy Trilly Nelson

Never faking, never folding, my nigga I’m still rollin Paper chasing, pockets swollen, my nigga I’m still rollin King of Trill, you know the drill I'm smoking propane, King of the Hill These niggas, so lame, don’t know what’s real I swear that shit drive me crazy, lord take the wheel I know the crooks out, on the lookout for my enemies The devils watching and they plotting on tendencies Remy, Rosè, Jose or that Hennessy Palm trees and bomb weed, that’s all a nigga need Mama I’m still strapped, these niggas they still cap I’m free but might charge a fee, my niggas they still trap Reciting these real raps, give a fuck if you feel that Catch ya in pajamas my hammer might go bananas and peel back I’m in my zone, just checked my phone, got a text from bae I get around, just hold me down but not the wrong way Don’t start that trippin, just listen and let the song play Give her long D after a long day I'm still Po’d up, slowed up, sipping Texas Mud Roll a dub, throw a dub, California love Po’d up, slowed up, sipping Texas Mud Roll a dub, throw a dub my nigga I'm still Never faking, never folding, my nigga I’m still rollin Paper chasing, pockets swollen, my nigga I’m still rollin Wear the crown 'cause I'm chosen my nigga I'm still rollin Truer words were never spoken my nigga I'm still rollin Never faking, never folding, my nigga I’m still rollin Paper chasing, pockets swollen, my nigga I’m still rollin Wear the crown 'cause I'm chosen my nigga I'm still rollin Truer words were never spoken my nigga I'm still rollin Rollin S550 Benz I got no love 'cause they ducking, there’s no need to pretend See they acting suspicious recognize this crip drip Trued up really ripping, known to apply pressure, they be dipping Built to last living thru me miss my real niggas Plotting, scheming, yak tipping, always stayed twisted If bro involved off top I’m swinging, mob ties, family issues Door kicked so you and who you with get ripped Pay the consequence, now they snitching and telling Know there’s dope to be sold, but I ain’t the one selling Rolled in a Caddy switched the Beamer then Benz Know this hustle earned it quick stack and flip Go invest with your profits in any business If you ain’t with it then you're here to witness Bill Belichick I’m in the game fourth and inches The hate u gave lil infants Po’d up, slowed up, sipping Texas Mud Roll a dub, throw a dub, California love Po’d up, slowed up, sipping Texas Mud Roll a dub, throw a dub my nigga I'm still

Swallow this pill your vision clearly distorted bruh Furious Styles I’m metaphorically Morpheus Fathered your style won’t hesitate to orphan ya My powers out of your range no mighty morphing bruh I see the trill in her eyes Pass, I’m catching the vibe Smoking, soak in the views I’ll think I’ll make her my muse I'm with a pretty Peruvian pussy passion fruit Skin porcelain smooth, Privates proportionate too Señorita sweeter than sangria just add the juice My transportation for two, I couldn’t afford the roof She like Henny with no chase, I like my Remy with oj In my ride you get no play Your new name should be Jose Playing picture me rollin, feel like Pac out in Oakland Feel like Pimp in Port Arthur I feel like Snoop when we smoking This for my niggas daughters, feel like Nas in NY Shout out to Evie and Mya I feel like Ye in The Chi Funeral for the fake, night owl for the snakes You always running your mouth, I do the race for the cake You be doing least but you be talking the most You must be poppin them xans, you must be smoking that dope Spill blood on the leaves before I hang from a rope Got niggas jockin my steez, I got my foot on they throat Niggas say they can’t breathe, I thought they wanted smoke Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote Hold Up, Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote Yea, Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote Spill blood on the leaves before I hang from a rope Got niggas jockin my steez, I got my foot on they throat Niggas say they can’t breathe, I thought they wanted smoke Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote I feel like Martin, marching thru Mississippi I feel like Willie last of the trill hippies I think I’m Huey P, I feel like Malcolm X I’m out here wearing berets, these niggas wearing berets Fake shit I detest with all due disrespect If ain’t bout a check, no need to stress when you blessed That clearly ain’t hush you puffin, I caught you niggas bluffin You ragamuffins, you Uncle Ruckus, I’m Fredrick Douglas I got this shit in the bag should work at Kroger or Publix No reference to Lauren London but this that new new Republic Stay outta sight from the public Talk that shit and you love it See my style and they dub it Niggas front like they thuggin Make a call to my cousin Packing heat like an oven Same ones mean muggin Be same ones runnin The same ones cluckin Be the same ones duckin Got no time for the fussin Nat gang it’s nothing above it Funeral for the fake, night owl for the snakes You always running your mouth, I do the race for the cake You be doing least but you be talking the most You must be poppin them xans, you must be smoking that dope Spill blood on the leaves before I hang from a rope Got niggas jockin my steez, I got my foot on they throat Niggas say they can’t breathe, I thought they wanted smoke Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote Hold Up, Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote Yea, Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote Spill blood on the leaves before I hang from a rope Got niggas jockin my steez, I got my foot on they throat Niggas say they can’t breathe, I thought they wanted smoke Might be the trillest shit I ever wrote

I don’t sip lean But I love the color purple pine in papyrus got me slower than a I ain't saying that Galapagos my flow evolves every time you play it back The ones that hate the most make mostly a spectacle Usually they suck like the cups on some tentacles How much talent can one person carry You can save the king title I’m a mercenary The Duke of Dick The Don of Dingaling The walls were up and I can feel them weakening You hating turn the page I’m sure I’ll break the next reader Shell shock you make you rattle like an eggbeater Now I’m on a roll like an armadillo downhill Kayaking flow rough waters you might drown here Four Score and Seven years ago I decided it was crucial not to hear these hoes I had too many of em, my life was cluttered Give me butter with a knife ill cut the knife with butter Wise as a Shogun Slide meat in those buns Beat it till she cramps up, twitches, and her nose runs Planted balls deep in your memory foam Fantastic you cum of muscle memory alone So before you mosey on down that old dusty trail Please back it up slowly like moon walking snail 28 Grams 27 left, know just what to do with it 28 Grams Riding thru the city with a dame that used to this 28 Grams Make the rest disappear in a flash like an illusionist 28 Grams More ounce to the bounce burn it all go thru with it Make this shit look too easy Because I’m blessed like I’m sneezing That’s Fa sho, that’s fasheezy, a wizard like Ronald Weasley Untamed gorilla like Weezy Don’t be so sleazy and creepy You give me the Heeby Jeebies You best back back, give me 10 feet Sign my name on the dotted line Lyrically inclined Spitting divine rhymes Greatest of all time Grandeur of the grime Connoisseur of the crime I’m like Achilles in his prime With Patroclus on my mind Is it destiny or design My flow is lethal While I tinkle and drop fecal on swine and sheeple Illuminated like Big Dipper I shine and twinkle San City Savior, The last hope, The last hero A bad man, with good intentions, I’m Magneto On point like steeples on cathedrals filled up with people Hol' Up Loud 'cause that Benz diesel Pockets on Vin diesel Your efforts look feeble This is art with no easel Life’s a movie no Regal Peddle the hood like I’m Debo I beat up beats on a beach, call me Steven Seagull I kiss that P in Paris Go balls deep like them kegals I leave her ass in the fetal and then I crash like Knievel Hol' Up Throwed I'm throwed in the game I'm coming down slow My trunk full of bang Haha, yea, this that 28 Grams 27 left, know just what to do with it 28 Grams Riding thru the city with a dame that used to this 28 Grams Make the rest disappear in a flash like an illusionist 28 Grams More ounce to the bounce burn it all go thru with it

Everything lit, you all on my dick, I’m all in my grind I’m in my zone, you out of your league, I’m out of my mind Just looked at my wrist, I ain’t got time I can’t trust these haters, but mama I love you, I’m legally blind Everything lit, get off my dick, too worried bout mine I know they pissed, clinching they fist, don’t pay 'em no mind Just looked at my wrist, it twinkle and glist, just look how it shine No love for these haters but mama I love you, I’m legally blind Stayed true never switched sides They hella salty like French Fries Leave the game like two three, bounce back like four five All praises to the most high Can’t hear the hate they in lo-fi Tried to play the villain, now he leaking crimson, whatcha call that? Roll tide All I do is win like Nick Saban, calling plays like Coach K Attitude like O’Shea On the E-way like OJ Burning rubber like eucalyptus Don’t high side cuz it’s too suspicious Out here handling business You were chasing bitches I was in the trenches You were doing dishes I was in the game, you were riding benches Running bands up like 4th and inches Pull up on you I ain’t talking fitness If rap was a sport I’d go gold in Olympics I’m on my grizzly and you can bear witness Getting lifted, smoking something citrus Lighting up tree like merry Christmas Far from a saint but I’m on a mission Everything lit, you all on my dick, I’m all in my grind I’m in my zone, you out of your league, I’m out of my mind Just looked at my wrist, I ain’t got time I can’t trust these haters, but mama I love you, I’m legally blind Everything lit, get off my dick, too worried bout mine I know they pissed, clinching they fist, don’t pay 'em no mind Just looked at my wrist, it twinkle and glist, just look how it shine No love for these haters but mama I love you, I’m legally blind Hop out the Benzo my swag on tremendo Don’t hang with the fake, that shit detrimental Thought it was love thought you were my kinfolk Push come to shove they switch like Nintendo Wiping it off like bugs on a window Play me your lady gon' end up a widow Few extra clips don’t do no extendo Keep that thang on me that shit is essential Play with the heat like my name justice Winslow Burning these flowers do that for my mental Shout out my plug, keep names confidential Written in stone not number two pencil 15 years in still ain’t reach my potential You lame, it’s a shame, ain’t got no credentials Money and fame that shit just a rental You lay up with bimbos and talking to pillows Living the dream and achieving my goals Blessed with the flow, It’s out my control Breaking down doors and breaking the mold I’m taking what’s mine and I'm taking what’s yours No times for these hoes, be hittin my phone Spitting these facts know this shit hittin home Might catch me a flight and switch up my zones Nat gang forever since two triple o Everything lit, you all on my dick, I’m all in my grind I’m in my zone, you out of your league, I’m out of my mind Just looked at my wrist, I ain’t got time I can’t trust these haters, but mama I love you, I’m legally blind Everything lit, get off my dick, too worried bout mine I know they pissed, clinching they fist, don’t pay 'em no mind Just looked at my wrist, it twinkle and glist, just look how it shine No love for these haters but mama I love you, I’m legally blind Everything lit, you all on my dick, I’m all in my grind I’m in my zone, you out of your league, I’m out of my mind Just looked at my wrist, I ain’t got time I can’t trust these haters, but mama I love you, I’m legally blind Everything lit, get off my dick, too worried bout mine I know they pissed, clinching they fist, don’t pay 'em no mind Just looked at my wrist, it twinkle and glist, just look how it shine No love for these haters but mama I love you, I’m legally blind

I told that bitch don’t hit my line, ever Don’t ask me how I’m doing I'mma say I’m doing fine, forever Don’t ask me what I’m doing I'mma say I’m on my grind, forever You bitter and I’m better, ask me do you cross my mind, never And they say misery loves company I knew some pretty girls with ugly habits Caught a case and became meth addicts Remember those days when they were down to ride Time flies now they switching sides Back they didn’t want me, said I was playa pimpin Now I’m hot and they all on me, tell me what’s the difference Pop told me bout these fast women, had to pay attention Once you go missing they’ll be in your business Can I get a witness Back then used to pray for a deal Thank god never prayed for a meal Bending corners, scraped up my wheels Back when weed was poppin instead of these pills Drowning sorrows sippin sweet rosè Stacking chips, no Frito Lay Fuck a vacay, I need to relocate Know everythin gon' be ok, ok I told that bitch don’t hit my line, ever Don’t ask me how I’m doing I'mma say I’m doing fine, forever Don’t ask me what I’m doing I'mma say I’m on my grind, forever You bitter and I’m better, ask me do you cross my mind, never And they say misery loves company Had to dust myself off like I just stole third base Know our time is coming, know I miss you in the worst way No idea how she got so damn bitter in the first place Just wish she’d pick up when I call to tell you happy birthday World is on shoulders, pour my heart out on the track Blackouts from anxiety attacks, good thing Quota got back I hear footsteps in my room, get the Bible, get the strap Heard the Devil looking for me, told that bitch stay where you at Spent damn near half my life to put this city on the map They turned they back, I burned the map but in a few weeks I’ll be back Spent damn near half my life to put this city on the map They turned they back, I burned the map but in a few weeks I’ll be back Sometimes when I'm feeling low I feel like I don't wanna do it no mo' Soon as I try to let it go You never know I might fuck around and drop a volume fo' I told that bitch don’t hit my line, ever Don’t ask me how I’m doing I'mma say I’m doing fine, forever Don’t ask me what I’m doing I'mma say I’m on my grind, forever You bitter and I’m better, ask me do you cross my mind, never And they say misery loves company I told that bitch don’t hit my line, ever Don’t ask me how I’m doing I'mma say I’m doing fine, forever Don’t ask me what I’m doing I'mma say I’m on my grind, forever You bitter and I’m better, ask me do you cross my mind, never And they say misery loves company