| We’ll lift when I flip the clutch
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| Days when I wasted a lot
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| Some days I was waste like plums
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| That ain’t been ate for months
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| Months in this place of glum
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| Food that I ate hit my tum
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| Can’t settle fairytale skin pebbles, raised in slum
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| Somehow I gotta make me some, I ain’t tryna stay at mum’s
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| Mum said don’t play with guns, banging and playing on drums
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| Slanging it under no thumb, make me draw from my fund
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| Putting on pie and eating in crumbs
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| Get rich, then you die, don’t mean that much
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| Could be anyone that wouldn’t be me
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| Believing everyone except for me
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| All I need is TLC, block it out with THC
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| You would know if you seen what I seen
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| Ain’t smooth like Maybelline
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| Count me out like one, two, three
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| Poof, I’m gone, say my move was strong
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| Bite it between my teeth
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| Said I’m moving along, do you know where I’ve been?
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| Back and forth to Timbuktu, still, I come through like Mr. Sheen
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| Dealing with Charlie Sheens, sad times, can you play the strings?
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| No cut, no seam, looks could kill and I’ve got high beams
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| Out of touch, off my line
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| They got laws but I can’t comply
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| Out of luck, must be blind
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| Been blessed so much 'til I question my existence
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| Without a pot to piss in, distant
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| Travel distance, I am Mr. Kiddlin
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| Can’t contain my position
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| No optimism, say I’m optimistic
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| Narcissistic, hard to sit with
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| Middle part and split the difference
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| Me, treat me to exorcism
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| Bad decision, pessimistic
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| Conflict about fit description
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| Misunderstanding don’t know what I’m planning
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| Paint a different picture
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| Need a safe line and life in the caption
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| Why you live for Insta? |