My soul tied on the old side

Shawty come from Alabama so I think I wanna roll tide

I seen truth but I hold lies

And I got flows I been sitting on , like some cold fries

I spit heat can you feel that shit?

I hit the stage, grab the mic and I kill that shit

And shawty not really my type, but she is for the night

I’m getting high as kite, so I can drill that shit

But I ain’t thinking about love, I just wanna get a nut

Put them legs in the air, girl, and throw that ass up

If you scared, then it’s cool , I won’t chase, I won’t drool

I ain’t like them other **** , girl, don’t call me a fool

I’m that same skinny **** that you knew back in school

I ain’t put on a facade, just to try to be cool

If you tried to fuck my broads, why you try to be cool?

When them white folks see me , yeah they think that I’m rude

With this brown ass skin and these long ass dreads

If my ass slip up, that’s a call to the feds

Mama please pick up , hope it’s all in my head

In a small ass cell , in a small ass bed

Now I’m living in a hell, losing all that bread

Damn, losing all that bread

Man I coulda been a star, with that all star bread

Tryna meet a model bitch, and get that all star head

We can fuck in the car, or we can fuck on my bed

Turn into a pornstar when she start pulling on my dreads

Nature’s Own, how I’m tryna get the bread man

To each it’s own, if you rob to get ahead

I only dream of hitting licks, I ain’t built for that shit

But I’m equipped with this flow, and I’ll show you how to spit

Like my chest got mucus, and I’m tryna take a hit

Hit the blunt Heim, man peer pressure is a bitch

Now them thoughts in yo head that you never knew exist

And my thoughts so crazy it would drive you off a cliff

Will I ever really make it? Will I ever be rich?

Or will my bedroom be the pinnacle of my gift? If so **** then kill me

**** see my face but they’ll never know the real me, you fucking feel me?

So instead of putting out bullshit, I was guilty of not going hard enough, so now I’m only giving out them full clips