| I’m the worse kinda, kinda thing | 
| I’m alert, I’m a light, I’m alone | 
| I was birth loud as fuck in the church | 
| Kinda, kinda thing | 
| Jesus Christ, I’m alive, I’m at large | 
| I’m at risk, I’ma moving target | 
| Kinda, kinda king | 
| Tippy toes tall, living in the valley | 
| In the moonlight searching for the peace | 
| You gonna pile them up sevin in the ally | 
| And we out here gunning, searching for the weaks | 
| Throw a couple C’s by the creek damn | 
| Rolling up a couple trees by the creek | 
| Oh, I think them C’s about to leak | 
| Apathy running rampant like the plague threw streets | 
| Who would think that I would be questioning if I should own a piece | 
| Caught a flat | 
| Well a nigga headed to the bank at least | 
| I think they got me too man | 
| A nigga scared to speak | 
| Home is temporary and the soul is everything | 
| I just wanna take a break from southside up to my own all means | 
| Don’t know how to appreciate what you have placed if you miss me | 
| Sorry If it came up salivating or chasing finer things | 
| But I’m trying to make my way cause greater pages ain’t the scene | 
| I seen fruit flies flying overhead | 
| The shit was sweet like a honeysuckle drip drip, dripping down my leg | 
| I know you caught it | 
| Baby you the one the equation has been done | 
| I saw down the plane fly back from my tour out in France | 
| No longer a question if I’m feeling you | 
| My hands on your chest | 
| One thing is clear | 
| Orange slices, my tightness, your lightness | 
| I’m ISIS, you’re my Osiris | 
| Hardly ever share a climate | 
| What time zone when you draw your own horizon | 
| Once some crazy shit comes out into my psyche | 
| You know I’ma kinda cute I drop bombs like the time in Nagasaki | 
| My intellect find equivalent plus success can make a honest women start | 
| repentin' | 
| Shit | 
| Never finish shit like a spoiled brat | 
| I’ma replenish yeah I wanna another sip | 
| Like a cast, I want another grip yeah | 
| A cast I want another grip | 
| Mhm | 
| I’m down you down | 
| Let’s bounce this whatever | 
| Ohhh | 
| I been hella patient so tell me baby (baby) | 
| What’s it gonna be please | 
| I’m high you high | 
| Thank God for the fearless | 
| Say you tired of waiting baby | 
| Let me taste you baby | 
| Lady nectarine (nectarine) | 
| And I ain’t scared to admit | 
| You make my thoughts think twice and forget | 
| Soundbites like what Tyson would spit | 
| Ricocheted threw my mind but the vibe from my grip | 
| I’m usually aloof, loafing | 
| No doubt smoking windows to my soul are broken | 
| Self-destructive but no explosion | 
| Macaulay Culkin but my hulk is Hogan | 
| You don’t like me when I’m angry | 
| And you don’t like to see me creeping | 
| And I don’t like to see you weepin' | 
| But I sees what sees cause I bes what I bes | 
| But I A for the D’s and I O for the P’s and Q’s | 
| You won’t believe what a dream can do | 
| Put a feen in leisure suit | 
| Try to cling to truth | 
| Pretty fucking hard thing to do when the truth don’t agree with you | 
| All I know, all I know | 
| All I known are the bittersweet goodbyes and filberry lows | 
| Hey let me take a sip of your soul | 
| Let me wet my whistle I’ve been traveling for miles | 
| Be a lil tipsy if you’re down | 
| Maybe have me dripping out your mouth | 
| Maybe have me lifting up your blouse | 
| Maybe make a baby name him pronto and have him eating grits at my mom and ‘em | 
| house | 
| It’s whatever | 
| I’m down you down | 
| Let’s bounce this whatever (it whatever) | 
| Ohhh | 
| I been hella patient so tell me baby (baby) | 
| What’s it gonna be | 
| I’m down you down | 
| Let’s bounce this whatever | 
| Ohhh | 
| I been hella patient so tell me baby (baby) | 
| What’s it gonna be, please | 
| I’m high you high | 
| Thank God for the fearless | 
| Say you tired of waiting baby | 
| Let me taste you baby | 
| Lady nectarine (nectarine) |