LESS OF ME 4

When it rains, let's walk away

Yeah, okay, promise I'ma work till the sky under my feet

Rest my eyes, cuddle with that fire when I sleep

See my demise, make some smile and I see

I can't trust nobody but God and me

Yeah, countin' through yin and yang, countin' through yin and yang, yeah

I had to pray to God, I went sin for sin, yeah

Earth can have my flesh, I'm givin' my soul to rinse, yeah

Surrounded by snakes, the fake, the hate, and all of the above

Money don't talk a lot, that's why they straight

I love when them rats give me hugs, uh

Whippin' the Nissan, I had it on 80

So I tried to box me, I parry like Katy

Hold up my wavy, told you it drowns out the surf and the sea

Checks on the cursor, no regular print

**** emotional, act like a bitch

Goin' close, close up, give you a glimpse

Wife a dime, big high, I'm five

Want it right now, ain't no way for them

I see some rats before they try to get me

Many men, I'll ride with the 50

Pray to God that I live past 50

Ain't showin' up unless it's 50, yeah

Bet I'll play with them, tell like a teller

See you here goofy, gon' buy what you sellin

Moon like a poster, or we goin' yellow

Now on the floor, it's on the top like a helmet

Damn, try to tell him, they all spellin

Raisin' my killer, so I wanna make her outside

Green coupe, green jello

Talk to the money, I wake up like, hello

Save me for all of the kids, cause I was a kid from the ghetto

I wanna live way, way better, way, way

I wanna live way, way better, way, way better, yeah

Okay, promise I'ma work till the sky under my feet

Rest my eyes, cuddle with that fire when I sleep

Seein' my demise makes them smile and I see

Yeah, I can't trust nobody but God in me

Oh, yeah, whoa, whoa

Countin' three in again and countin' three in again, yeah

I had to pray to God, I went seven percent, yeah

The earth can't have my flesh, I'm givin' my soul to this, yeah

Yeah

Stay out of touch with the world, the tune into myself

Gotta remain the same, through broken, even wealth

You know I experimented with pain and recognized the wealth

Like hands his own ass with McComas, the belt, ayy

City of killers, don't be a target

City of hustlers, pick your market

So-so pounds, some work a auction

I was planted with this music

Mine asylum, city like Arkham, think of it

I smell death, know how long a body sat from the stink of it

I'm a truck first, million, I'm on the brink of it

Life found a bitch, she more like what you make of it

An OG told me she reflection of you

I took a literal and split it down to women and views

I'm never confused, never enthused

I done left real battles good, but God's lessons

Always left me understanding and bruised

I needed to know everything, I wasn't taught

And never knew this life been so intense

I'm giving my soul a wrench