Gotta watch my back

U know how shit goes

Got mine but I’m still classified

As a loner

Sweet one cinnamon gold

Don’t be shy

Baby come get closer

Addicted but can’t overdose

And the weed to my dome

Got me feeling lyke a stoner

Running out of luck

Got no leaves in my bud

So u ain’t gonna find no clover

I really need to get my bread up but my bank account is fed up with all this bullshit that I kept up when I was broke bro showed man love I can’t forget that it’s been a Mina set back I need to get this bread back jump on a plane and get jet-lag smoke in front of the no smoking sign like Skepta baby don’t be shy come and try my flavour ain’t no days off when your trying to make paper

Just billed a fat one

Then we sparking another 2

Called me in the AM

So I know she tryna to do

It must be me

It can’t be u

Sick nd cold

I caught the flu

Round 1 round 2

She won 1 I took 2

I be on my wave

Smoke it till I’m blazed

Text me when ur home

That’s wat she wat she says

Even thoe she knows

When I get home I forgot anyways

Shit just be on repeat

Cause we gonna do it all again

Gotta watch my back

U know how shit goes

Got mine but I’m still classified

As a loner

Sweet one cinnamon gold

Don’t be shy

Baby come get closer

Addicted but can’t overdose

And the weed to my dome

Got me feeling lyke a stoner

Running out of luck

Got no leaves in my bud

So u ain’t gonna find no clover

Still in the kitchen

Mixing up lyke baker

Bro bro still serving out

Lyke waiter

Stuck in the system

Tryna add up all data

Still got no fucks to give

But my finger

Still in the hood middle finger to a hater still in the hood I feel fake love I am still in the hood mandem beefing over breadcrumbs if you want some you can get some where I’m m from things get sticky if a crep gets stepped on

Every seen man get qwefted on

Bullet proof

But only my a vest

No heart on my sleaves

Only tats on my left arm

Came with greeze

Only right that I bring some

Plotting bout my next plot

Tryna hit the big funds

Only father figures

Are these figures

So I stack them

Mashed up nikes

Never had loubuition

Think I just dance

Come step nd u get stepped on

Gotta watch my back

U know how shit goes

Got mine but I’m still classified

As a loner

Sweet one cinnamon gold

Don’t be shy

Baby come get closer

Addicted but can’t overdose

And the weed to my dome

Got me feeling lyke a stoner

Running out of luck

Got no leaves in my bud

So u ain’t gonna find no clover