Penthouse

Lately I got this feeling my **** is meant to get it

It's written up in the stars

Made it from slimmer odds

When only God was with us

Fuck it **** we did it, been picking the game apart

My response from critics is spitting it from the heart

Ain't no fronting involved

The feeling that I'm about to make **** fold

Something in the water got me floating like the work

Across the border, girl, I wonder how we making it home

I'm no angel, I got an angle back to the crib

That you're trying to get you naked and bone

She no angel but with the blow she a snow angel

The dangers are taking her home

She say, you caught my eye and my ears

You speak sincere, write precise

Cross your t's and dot your i's

See my fears and read my mind

If lawyers steal and doctors lie

What's really left for you and I

Trust, shit I don't know too much about it

We can take this leap of faith

But I don't want to feel the bottom, no

I don't want to feel the bottom, no

Girl, I don't want to feel the bottom

I don't want to feel the bottom, no

Girl, I don't want to feel the bottom

And I just called up my momma, she missing her son

I been pulling all nighters and missing the sun

I heard it gets addictive to some

The bigger the light, the quicker they come

They exit your life just as quick as they come

I'm numb to it like a brick to the gums

I get to it, just as quick as it comes

As quick as it comes, now

I wish **** wasn't so addicted to power

I wish heaven had visiting hours

I wish we could hit the Ave like we used to

Dime, nickel, 20 bag like we used to

Ride with my dogs, moving cross the states

Die by my word, that's an author's fate

So how your shoulders holding up fine? Great

I got the weight of the world on mine, I'm straight

Now pay your dues till your due's paid

Play your role till your role change, **** will rotate

'Rari or Jaguar switching fourth lane

Call me for NASCAR car, Basi a track star

Gassin' the track like I'm running propane

Lapping these **** and jealousy's a bitch

Made it out the city, look around

I brought all my **** with me

And I gotta thank God for the felonies we missed

Gotta thank mom dukes

Gotta thank pops, too

They say anything possible

My squad like apostles, believe in me

Don't know how to quit, that's the fiend in me

Yeah, my **** flood proof

Pray for the rain, gotta deal with mud, too

Gotta deal with slugs who

Lay six feet, trying to get above you

My **** flood proof

Pray for the rain, gotta deal with mud, too

Gotta deal with slugs who

Lay six feet, trying to get above you

They love you

And hug you, they sang your praises

They wear their faces backwards

Still I still seem 'em accurate

Just a walking reenactment

Ain't nothin' real about 'em

**** talk about us

Spill their heart about us

They spill they hearts

But what's her name again?

We talking 'bout lames again

Won't pretend I'm entertained

I'm staying sane

I'm going through the changes

I'm still the same

Everybody feel you, don't feel your pain

Go on, go on

Steal out, hold on to you

Go on, go on

Steal out, hold on

'Cause I don't want to feel the bottom, no

I don't want to feel the bottom

Said, I don't want to feel the bottom, no

I don't want to feel the bottom

(I can't see love, I can't see love lately)