Carry On

My **** ain't got no CDL but they sent him up the road

Them crackers might think that he wrong

But I'm still gon' answer the phone

I been out here thuggin' along I had to carry on

I get high without no plane don't need no carry on

That hoe tryna make me till I spoil her with all that dairy on

That bitch wishin' to keep on wishin' she must believe in fairies

I play slow just like a snail I'm movin' just like Gary

I can't fuck no bitch from hard walkin' around like the pussy hairy

Shorty elevate her ass and I can't stop staring

I connected with her my Bluetooth we keep pairing

If I hit that pussy raw don't dare you might end up a parent

My dog said he tripped he got caught I said that shit apparent

Rollin' through the city loud as fuck with the music blaring

I'm a diamond made it out the rough I'm really glaring

I'm a different type of **** I don't compare to shit

I can say I'm real with myself and that's the rarest shit

How the rats got power and gettin' to the cheese

This shit gotta be fishin' you can't make me believe it

If they said I'ma die in this city I probably still wouldn't leave it

I can't wait to show my momma all my new achievements

I mix the loud with the truth and momma you still believe me

I battle with my decisions they battle with they demons

I'ma make sure all the real **** really get glorified

I'm a angel I ain't really on no demon time

I feel like I'm right I left them folks behind

Stand up guy balance on ten toes

I ain't judgin' the freaks I'm good with the hoes

I might design me a t-shirt filled with bullet holes

This a open carry state you better keep it on you

My pops got murdered at nine made me my own man

Sometimes I feel like a kid and not a grown man

Cause I ain't reach my full potential a **** still growin'

The only thing I fear is God the Glock just essential

**** hatin' from a distance I mistake 'em for bitches

I can't never hate a **** I love when we winnin'

Cause we was fucked up from the beginning we had to force this vision

I ain't never think about marriage I believed in pimpin'

I'm a complex thinker but I know how to make it simple

I was in them complex **** we ain't have no utensils

I miss my granny if she was here I'd probably clean her dentures

But I make time to pray I make sure I tell my folks I miss 'em

You might be dead and gone but least you can see how I'm really livin'

It's gon' be hard for me to quit I'm committed to this mission

Lady been bitchin' and moanin' but no arguments