Damn all these hoes on they basics crash out on 'em I don't deal with no drama I ain't even say shit Fuck the baby mamas I say it to their face bitch Mean that bitch face Broke talking 'bout where my mula at And she at the house acting like she pay shit Got me in my feels had to numb it down with this powder Blunt fat like a spaceship Strolling through these stars like a Martian on my Space Jam Dunk on the fools break the boards Like a ollie off the rail got me grinding on my bars See the sparks coming off my trucks Never stop I can't break fam Face feeling numb to the bullshit Hear her talking I don't know what she saying Chasing money over bitches hands glitching counting what they paying Done been through the struggle had enough so I changed it

Switch up on 'em like they did me when I trust them Drop a bitch like a cake pan ha

I ain't worried about it I'm straight out here acting sober Keep my eyes on the ink pen Writing down my thoughts get this pressure off my chest Hope you listen let it sink in Question all my thoughts getting dark like the sun set in the PM Snoozing on me restless Got 'em sleepwalking on me thinking about my moves Got 'em thinking how we be him Got 'em going crazy in a padded room With a jacket like they freezing

Got they mind crawling 'cross the track Ferrari Spider got them wings up Sit your ass down put them wings in

Only time I hit the brakes Skirt to the bank counting money on the weekends heh

Damn all these hoes on they basics crash out on 'em I don't deal with no drama I ain't even say shit Fuck them baby mamas I say it to they face bitch Mean that bitch fake Broke talking 'bout where my mula at And she at the house acting like she pay shit Acting like I ain't shit Bitch everything I do ball on 'em Keep it A1 with my day ones and all my ace though

Let my mind go spark up let my mind glow Catch a mic on fire run out of water sorry had a dry flow I'm Tynch I'm me don't you like it don't you come round my silo Might pop off blow off the top Need a rock in my pocket and a dime roach Stand tall outside just kidding Probably passed out on the couch though Sick of the bullshit sick of this beef had to let the cow go Never throw the towel though got it on my waist Thirteen in the chamber never have to blaow though Not worried 'bout the danger Just keep it to myself in the house writing down my thoughts Find ways through the doubts Finding a way to the top of the light pole Been thinking I been tinkering got a light bulb I been bringing I been stinging got stingers coming off the jet Always soaring in my flight mode Might go coo-coo fuck jump ship in the lifeboat Let my haters be a life coach Really in my life though Out here writing music in my homeboy's shed on an iPhone I just wanna be known not tryna be an idol huh