A.M. FETA MEANS

Stand on my two feet, loose leaf Stained on my two teef Good sleep Who me? Reintroduced every two weeks Good weed Good problems Good grief tucked in grabba Good chi Good chai, karma Good greed Good God, I'm one I'm like fee-fi-fo-fum In this bitch Big steppin' with a bun I got business, Independent Other business, With the pen done What's the lesson I been locked in Needa live some Needa get some in the tropics I can't stop this How I think a lot? Still I'm thoughtless Get the fuck out of my optics Please My whip only go 60 Sometimes when we roll 6 deep 6th sense, sayin' we ain't 6 deep Still grow with the ones 6 feet down Each feat Bring glory to these needs God teach me, the art of believing If it could release me... Would it release me? Wonder would these seats fly? Ooh— You know, at least recline? Ooh— Wonder why we pay fines Even though one day we gon' die So wassup with it? Is you gon' be by my side? If you gon' be, I'ma slide If you too far I could fly (High-igh-igh) Fuck it, no Nevermind Never me I got too much on my mind I'ma need me some head, And amphetamines Need me some bread for family Oh I should make amends, It's never me If they not one of my friends, they mad at me If it's not one of the lens, it's batteries If I'm not in one of them benz, I'm 'boutta be Oh I guess it depends, if i get amphetamines Something unexpected I said nevermind, took suicide up off my checklist Yerba for the breakfast Pussy for dessert, It's why there's syrup on my necklace Admittedly affectionate is something I've been testin' Never concerned about my foot in Bitch I'ma get to door holdin' I've been let in homes, for me, they had left the door open Always saw those pictures on the fridge as a tad boring Even though they're smiling most these pictures tell a sad story I always appreciate amends, It's immense for me I know how things can get intense, we don't intend for it I looked through that lens for it La-Di-Da'd into a deal I looked in advance for it Prolly gotta dance for it When I'm fucked up is the only time I'll dance floor it It's up, and stuck, Fuck it, Glad I took this Xan for it Blessings, open hand for it Broken back window, Sienna color tan floorin' Japanese whip, how can I say this ain't foreign? I ain't tryna shoot for stars, it's god I'm aim for'n I been workin' hella late, fuck with me lets elevate We should lose our mind, just to find it in a better place Roll the weed and celebrate, made it to another day I don't even know the date, I came from the other bay City of the angels I was swimming with the devil rays Tropicana juice, livin' life– I'm making lemonade I wanted a better taste, then I got a bitter taste I prefer the Minute Maid Puttin' in this work You can look at what these minutes make