I’m a lover not a fighter, I can’t find my lighter, my house is four stories,
I tell’em I don’t write em', and my living room is white, my lies are much
whiter,
my darkest secrets are bright I need a sun visor, I say «187», make your bitch
run my errands,
I’m at the bar with a Dracula ordering bloody Mary’s, I got a house on the
prairie, got a corpse in the basement,
I see hell out the window, man this view is amazing and if I go back to jail,
Persian rugs in my cell, got the world in my hands it got all under my nails
In a room full of stairs (stares), give em something to see
I be so fucking faded, Who washed the colors with bleach?
Now they biting my style, hope it get stuck in yo teeth
I been had the green light, so don’t jump in the street
The World’s under my feet, I’m just kissing the sky
Tune, what is that smell? That’s the shit on my mind… eh Fuck all you bitches
Fuck all you hoes
1 million, 2 millions, 3, 4
Breaking up the kush, sticky fingers-onics
I’m throwing up gang signs you can see I’m in my vomit
And I’m cool right na' but please dont change the climate
Cause I’m sleeping with the enemy in bulletproof pajamas
I got issues bigger than you, bitches taller than me Ratchet and Bougie, I like R’n’B
Unapologetic I’m sorry for not being sorry
You niggas old news prehistoric
I need benadryl for my trigger finga, bad bitches for my home boys
The grass is greener on the other side, I’m focused on my own yard
Ain’t got enough, need more dough, we twisting blunts like torsos
I’m rich as fuck but more so, a poor soul
Oh well, If snow fell like hoes fell in love I be a snow man
My bitch a die for me, she a soldier, GI Joe-Ann
— take chances when I know I ain’t got no chance, roll em I left that crab table with a chip on my shoulder
We ain’t got no motive, we just killin' yall for nothing and my bitch got
cotton mouth,
you know them snakes cannot be trusted, and I bet y’all niggas don’t say shit,
because I’m feeling lucky and I still pray everynight that Aliens abduct me,
Tunechi