Back Trippin

You **** know what time it is, bitch

Jackin' season, bitch, I'm starvin'

Somebody comin' off somethin' tonight

Yeah, locs on to hide my blood shot

Red eyes lookin' like two blood clots, (I'm gone)

I'm high, bitch, on all kinds of shit (yeah)

Drank, dro and water sticks

I'm high as high can get, shit

For the rob me a bitch

Prayin' don't help, feel like I'm talkin' to myself

And I ain't feelin' that shit (uh uh)

Holidays comin'

I ain't got nothin' on my stomach at all

Ain't no Christmas tree, ain't no gifts

Ain't no Santa Claus, no elves (no elves)

But the Grinch up in this bitch

Posted in the bricks in that all black trench

And got my pistol on me, no sins (no sins)

Sherm got me numb, I can't feel shit (no)

Only thing on my mind is dream (dream)

And everybody around me lookin' like a lick

Hoes and ****, jackers can't be picky

Ya purse or ya wallet, c'mon wit' it (c'mon bitch)

Babies at home smellin' shitty

Baby mama blowin' up my phone (damn)

Gimmie a minute, bitch (bitch)

Like I told you, I'm comin' (I'm coming)

With some money

They comin' off somethin' tonight (eh)

Hoe-ass laws keep passin' through

They don't give a damn

What we goin' through (fuck you hoes)

They just want me back up in that pen again

And I don't give a damn 'cause just like them

So test me, you gon' have to catch me

It's gon' take more than two to arrest me

Real shit, I'm always resistin' (resisting)

Fuck you laws, I'm runnin'

Bitch, I might dump

Two-time convict headed for that three

Nah, nah, bitch, it's either rich or death for me

But for now, I settle for a couple of things

Pay my bills up

Get the kids somethin' to eat (I ain't greedy)

These boys out here ballin'

Comin' down (coming down)

Sittin' on birds, shouldn't hurt to lose 'em now (****)

I ain't tryin' to hurt nobody, Lord knows

Just gimmie what I want, bitch

And you can go (you can go)

Come off them fo's, you can have your clothes

Everything else mine, ****, close my door

(Like Kane) I'm gettin' "Menace II Society on"

Act like Kane cousin and get your face blown

Too nard to deal with that flinchin'

You better be still, bitch

And pay attention (be still, bitch)

Truth is, a **** God-fearing

And I know

He don't like the way I treat His children (sorry Lord)

I know He can't stand the way that I been treated

He know I wouldn't be doin' this if I ain't need it

Question is, do He accept my reason? (Accept my reason)

We'll find out later but for now we eatin' (yeah)

Yeah, baby daddy on the way (I'm coming bitch)

Fix your face, I told you we gon' be straight