It's 3:22 a.m. on a Friday
I mean what else would I be doing right?
You always told me I was a homebody
But now I'm leaving for real
And I'm not coming back
Man dem dey a fold
Every time I roll around with the ting up on me
You bleed the same as me
Something you can not see
Is all my victories I have from my defeats
Burn 'em all to smithereens
All the painful memories that we swallow
Embodying the bullet when it's hollow
You can free the victim in the mirror forever
But you can never free the victim born tomorrow
Tings on me
Bitches getting high got the drugs on me
I ain't got to try got her hands on me
And I make her beg got the bands on me
And I'm gone
And I'm never turning back
You can call on me I will always have your back
Always have your back you don't even have to ask
That's a fact
I can help you let go of your past and that's that
But would you do the same for me
Would you hang me out to dry or would you drown me out at sea
And that's that
Would you do the same for me would you do the same for me
Would you do the same for me
Yeah, got the ting on me
I been OP I gotta stay low key
Young and bold but I'm still a O.G
I'ma come home even if I O.D
Every time you cry to me now
Every time you lie to me now
You don't get no text with emoticons
Looking at me sideways somehow
She want the keys like Alicia
She suck my dick like a leech, uh huh
Foreign shawty need a Visa
She gone f*ck me for a feature, huh
I got the ting on me
I been OP I gotta stay low key
Young and bold but I'm still a O.G
I'ma come home even if I O.D
Got the ting on me
I been doing me I gotta stay low key
Young and bold but I'm still a O.G
I'ma come home even if I O.D