This that get too high, two red eyes why's I'm shaded in my classes
Can't say I miss sixteen, Xanax, codeine don't know wah I mean
My bad my mind molasses
This that best be home 'fore streetlights on
Febreeze my coat
Hide weed n coke, you know dad gone beat my ass shit
This reimagined 8 year old, Evan show already showed my folks what I think my path is
Grandma dot's Pepsi, and candy drops
Stove top Bolognas, Maury "you the father or not" an Judge Joe Mathis
I guess you could say I'm blessed it could always be less but the more the life the more it's a wreck so my head On a couch for a bed
Is where I'm crashing
But can't sleep at night
Cause imma star I guess to far out to see
Somebody told me I'd be deceased before they see how bright
Nah that can't be right
Imma make a life off selling lines, not selling white
But in the same line fiends'll buy if it's packaged right
And I know niggas ain't half as nice
And if I'm grabbing mic imma Viltrumite
Total disregard for human life
Please don't get to start actin like, you invincible
Niggas on time with rhymes spit ain't worth a coin spent, all they drops indispensable
I guess the message is a miss if you ain't sending missiles thru
Been in the mix with the minions but they move mad despicable
And my how the man done grew solo movements been my latest mood
Impossible to pick a boo, women play peak a boo if you ain't serving like plated food
Need extended bread onna sub and a sizable side of pickle too
I'm the living proof the truth ain't aligned environmental, just sayin
Watched niggas change and start claimin
They the cause of funeral suits but wasn't that dude in highschool but I guess that's cool
It started off with cable then lives and now we all live our lives like a fable, a fib
Then cycle revolves back again
Never able to make amends or learn the shit we should've did when we were kids
That's just how it is
So If it's cool with you
I just wanna take some time to chill with me
Fitted these thoughts up in my mind
That I got enemies
Nigga please these walls is thinner than a winter breeze
In the house of memories
Where families fuss
Classics
See them all inside the people I love a
Bastard what I feel like cause I ain't seen em enough
Back when momma had two jobs
You know I took the bus home
Public transportation getting gritty where its rough for em
Hell nah the boys gotta rough exterior
That carry round his heart so ain't much fear in em
Who post gun pics but it dont
Feel so familiar
I pray yo superior ain't hate
Yo interior
Grey shades of aftermarket hue yo delirium
Acting like you places you ain't been are you really 'em