i'm taking watches out the pockets
for my niggas who ain't got it
and i still don't make a profit
she listen to my music i don't ask her for the digits
she lowkey still be in my life
give me the key to my house
'cause imma need it tonight
but she in my eyelids when i'm sleeping at night
got the style sharper than a knife slice
ride motorbikes with dykes
go ahead and pull that plug on my lifeline
afraid to go to that high place
i be in that seventh circle if it does exist
i'm dropping sixes like the 6ers vs the fucking knicks
clinching spliffs the size of telescopes and ice the wrist
down to 40 ounces biggest rock to swallow finds a sip
making sure i didn't skip a beat
'cause god forbid my lyrics ain't really sounded sweet
most people listen that others know i need counseling
these niggas call me whack
you got me twisted like a bottle cap
i stashed my inspiration from
oh my god 'cause jehovah he ain't calling back
i drop relationships like roses
and get the niggas who want features off my ballsack
i don't really care about offers and all that
but i ain't twisting my ball cap backwards
all you artists can fall back
will these women like me before clout?
like the beat that i'm spitting on
and use them to put these written's on
don't worry 'bout my lyrics
'cause i'm a fucking musician
i'm sorry for my decisions
but that was back in the past
in the present and we get along