Awful

I can't even lie I been feeling like boo Trying to make plans But they all fall through Friendships die Watch them all turn blue So damn split I been looking like two But I'm about to hop over the opposites Play the bull get the horns That's the consequence People saying I won't make Got no common sense Because it's obvious I know my bitch bad Cause she good looking with me The way I'm dripping with the sauce It's like they cooking with me Everything I shoot a swish It's like it's booker with me They looking to see If I'm gon be as good as they think And yo I will Hold the whole world Man of steel Kept that shit 100 from the jump I feel like Wilt I ain't never had nothing to eat To keep real And now I'm way too hungry I'll be grubbing till I'm filled When they call my number I'll be on the next flight Double check the number Making sure the checks right Looking at the cards I'm making sure the deck's right Staying in my lane Ain't got the time for red lights When the sun goes down And they put they me in the ground Send me off to my off to own words Grab a jacket lil nigga This a cold world I been stuck in my thoughts Trying soul search But tonight right now it's a picture in time I'm living my life I'm trying get boozy Trying to make life Like a movie Trying to get a jacuzzi I don't even know yeah But I was so low I was looking awful 'Till I hit the damn road Had to grind and hustle Bout to get it out the mud Out the fucking puddle Tried to stop but they can't Cause I fucking love it When I get that extra money Put it in the cabinet So you itty bitty bitches Cannot fucking have it Been in my zone since I was born Until I hit my casket I can't even lie I been feeling like boo Trying to make plans But they all fall through Friendships die Watch them all turn blue So damn split I been looking like two But I'm about to hop over the opposites Play the bull get the horns That's the consequence People saying I won't make Got no common sense Because it's obvious And I came back swinging Like I'm Bruce Lee Seen more fucking titties Than a two piece Michael Scott way I'm going For that loose leaf If your girl get the choice Then she choose me Way I'm flowing so cold Need a coozy I only text back chickens With a booty Hit the 70s weed Cause I'm groovy Man who the fuck is this Bro get off the stage But I was so low I was looking awful 'Till I hit the damn road Had to grind and hustle Bout to get it out the mud Out the fucking puddle Tried to stop but they can't Cause I fucking love it When I get that extra money Put it in the cabinet So you itty bitty bitches Cannot fucking have it Been in my zone since I was born Until I hit my casket