(verse 1)
I wonder how am I gon manage
I'm bleeding out, need a little more than a bandage
I mean, i wanna get my money straight enough to touch my grandkid's grandkids
I wonder how many hoes know I'll fuck em better than they mans is
It's hard to say
Me and my dawgs been working hard, so it's hard we play
As of today, I'm a starving artist
Hearts been hardened from the hardships
So the harshness of the woods is all I'm feeling
Soul departed but never leaving
I'm, looking for a reason to stay
If life's all full of bullshit then why not get the pistol and pull shit?
We live as sheep and give our wool to the wolves
They pull it over our eyes like it's cool or we're fools, shit
A little fool’s gold, I’m
Sipping on a cup of what Future holds
Thinking bout what the future holds
And truth be told, my mind is racing but my body moving slow
That's why i keep a doobie rolled
Keep my eyes low, bump some Fly Lo
Or some 3 Stacks
I never wanna look back at my dreams like I wish I could have these back
I say I'm gonna quit and then I relapse
Re cap, re serve, team hat on backwards
Roll the backwoods, til I'm black lunged
Smoking that good, boy its that funk
N***as talking paint? imma slam dunk
Straight vert
No angles, straight Kurt
When i put you in that ankle lock
Drop you like an anchor off
Of the dock
Rock spots, I'm like Spok, I am so damn high that you can not
Touch me if you were on a ladder that was on top
Of the space needle
Making big moves like I'm Max Keeble
On my grind, 50-50, no feeble
I just do it for the team tho, I just do it for the team ho
[just remember we are not…]
If you really think about it I'm the muhfuckin man
If you really talking bass, then you know I got bands
If you really think about it, you don't really want these problems cause you really don't
Really don't want these hands
If you really think about it
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(verse 2)
I walked up in the party and got this shit jumping -- Isaiah Ryder
….Or Harold Minor
I cause a climate change and now a couple G's sitting behind her
Shatter the color of apple cider
Smoked out of a glass crafted in China, by three blind men using a rhino horn
Rhymes ain't hard to find unlike a unicorn
Due to porn, i got a foreign taste in what I do to whores
I mean you can't even sleep on me with chloroform
And I can't sleep either until EVERY award is worn
Around my neck, not a skater but I could flip what I got on deck and
Never dap me up with your left hand
I wanted some lid so dipped to ya broad’s crib
Got up in her house and had her moaning like she haunted
Swear to God, yo, these bitches only want dick!
I mean I had her moaning, had her moaning like she haunted
Swear to God, yo, these bitches only want dick
And Bitch I got that pressure like a pinched nerve
Survival of the fittest, I ain't talking bout a finch bird
Revive em with the writtens, all action like its strict verbs
Keep the Mac up on him like he coming outta Pittsburgh
Mixed words, kicks dir-ty, flow purty boy you know that I run these streets
I got six vir-gins looking squirrelly cause they are tryna gets my nuts in they cheeks
And its finna be a thump when we meet
She can feel it in her lungs when I skeet
She just fill it up with rum, let me feel up on her rump
Put in my thumb, when she drunk, she a freak
Sheesh
If you really think about it I'm the man
If you really talking bass, then you know I got bands
If you really think about it, you don't really want no problems cause you really don't
Really don't want these hands
If you really think about it