BM just signed up for child support,

told me that lately,

I spend too much time on the art

Give all the time and attention I can,

but it really gets hard at the times I’m abroad

Drink hit my liver, then smoke gets delivered,

I need to recenter to deal with my flaws

I spill out my spirit

Dreams of a sold out appearance

I couldn’t see any clearer,

the vision is vivid,

 I switched out the tinting for clarity

**** don’t want any smoke from me now,

cause the shit that their puffing,

they handle it barely

If they send emails, with invoice and details,

I send them some shit that written up scarily

Guessing it safe to say, no one comparably

My guessing is, that they got themselves a wild hair, or a bit of pride off a rarity, mmm

Never give any **** round me any chances here to carry me

Not until the 8 when they could bury me

I got it

Yeah

Tito’s got me going up again

Guess who’s bout to drive the boat again?

The lonely boy is bout to float again

Mmm, hmm

Yeah

Middle finger to a status, ya dig?

I think we know who really has it, ya dig?

Your greatest hit, is just the average, ya dig?

And I ain’t even get to touch all the baggage that I really had in my hands

Mmm hmm

Yeah

Hold up

Wooh

Blunts get passed in the convos

Calamari plate, out of Waldorf

Love it’s not a date,

 this is time off

Hope it’s just a phase,

girl your mind gone

Gino blessed me with a second piece,

but I can’t give a second of my prime up

Brody gave me half a 30 P,

 faded at the moment of the drive up

Other half to help me get some sleep,

I can’t get a wink cause **** prideful

Wednesday night, I used to hit the sign up

Seems these days that everyone is goat,

why’s it take this long to get a rival?

Swear I need more mirrors in my house,

so I can be surrounded by the

Yeah

Only one round really getting me, huh?

They’re mocking me off the sound,

but loving me off the soliloquy huh?

Then hitting my line for a round,

the chances of me actually sending it, um

Better chances hitting Lucky For Life

By the sentence, swear you’re not worth the hype

Before you try to hand a rose

if I’m speaking at your toast, you know the

Tito’s got me going up again

Guess who’s bout to drive the boat again?

The lonely boy is bout to float again

Mmm, hmm

Yeah

Middle finger to a status, ya dig?

I think we know who really has it, ya dig?

Your greatest hit, is just the average, ya dig?

And I ain’t even get to touch all the baggage that I really had in my hands

Mmm hmm