From The Hip

For better or worse, wrong or the right

I jump, and I fight every bump in the night

One flick of the match, and I'm dumping the charm

I know I should chill, but I don't want

I come around me at a quarter to three

And you're feelin' the pain for sure

I'm corpse in my eyes, but it's all that I see

Is you makin' your way to the door

So get gone, get lost, get far from me

Your love don't cost my artery

I suffered enough of your charms

I'm tired of spinnin' the yarns

I'm pumpin' my woes, me owing the poetry

Yeah, it's a lot, I do it heroically

Hello, are you there?

Are you likin' my voice in the air?

Are you poppin' your neck, you're tappin' your knee?

You tell me you're not, that's some cappin' to me

Brought for this here, I just happen to be

Bled all on the map while extractin' the fee

From shore to a sailor, sailor to captain

All on the stage from the back of a napkin

Finally into it, my passion

Content with the size of my ration

I think I'll be better when I'm on some medicine

Honey and tea, weed and et cetera

And lettin' it flow, I don't fuck with the sediment

Catchin' the glow and pourin' accelerant

This ain't a mistake

So little is left of the chance

I'm pushin' the limit, so point at a break

And then I'm repeatin' the dance

Now pose one time for the photo (photo)

Your voice will fly out of flow (so fly)

Don't tell no lies as these days go by

My wave go dry, that's a no-no (no-no)

No, I don't trip if I'm losin' my grip

All off the sauce when it comes to the drip

My hustle and grit, my charm and my with

The things that I sling from the hip

Uh, look at this, look at that

Look at me back in the saddle (back in the saddle)

Look at me, mack with a bad hoe (mack with a bad hoe)

Look at me sack with a tackle (sack with a tackle)

I ain't been broke since 0-five

I ain't been broke since 0-nine

I ain't had hope since I ain't been floating

Bitches like me owe no mind

Check my watch, I'm clocking (check my watch, I'm clocking)

Check my stocks, I'm dropping (check my stocks, I'm dropping)

Check my flock, my options (check my flock, my options)

Ain't got bops, I'm jockeying (ain't got bops, I'm jockeying)

I ain't been fly, I'm slippin' (fly)

I ain't gon' try, I'm dippin' (try)

I ain't gon' lie, I'm trippin' (lie)

They be like, why is he missin'?

You ain't gotta know me, man

I'm an old ass lookin' SG, man

I'ma hold my liquor so weak, man

I told y'all I don't be drinkin'

Day up while your boy be sleepin'

They work what I call the weekend

No drugs in my system, even

I think all y'all just tweakin'

Straight shot, I don't got no clock out

Straight pop, I don't like to rock out

Flip-flops and I got my socks out

Run up and you might get knocked out

I know that I'm on my lonely

So low, I don't roll with homie

So dope, got them all up on me

Please text, don't call, don't phone me

Now pose one time for the photo (photo)

Your voice will fly out of flow (so fly)

Don't tell no lies as these days go by

My wave go dry, that's a no-no (no-no)

No, I don't trip if I'm losin' my grip

All off the sauce when it comes to the drip

My hustle and grit, my charm and my with

The things that I sling from the hip