Grief

Alright

Uh, uh, uh

Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed

****, I ain't been outside in a minute

I been livin' what I wrote

And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these ****

Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look

Miss me at the precinct getting booked

Fishy **** stick to eatin' off a hooks

Say you eatin' but we see you gettin' cooked, ****

I don't act hard, I'm a hard act to follow, ****

Like it or not, when it drops, bet he gotta listen

Chasin' dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission

Step into the shadows, we could talk addiction

When it's harmful where you going

And the part of you that know it

Don't give a fuck, pardon me for going into details

Three-seven-six was a brothel

We had females coming ever hour on the dot

And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock

Focus on my chatter, ain't as frantic as my thoughts

Lately I've been panicking a lot

Feeling like I'm stranded in a mob

Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop

Never getting outta hand, steady handling my job

Time damaging my ties

Who turn to get up?

Get dude

Turned to dinner quick you circus ****

You turning into tricks

I was making waves, you was surfing in 'em

Dealin' with the stomach pains just from birthin' ****'s shit

Cut the grass off the surface

Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent **** shit

Bitch

Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed

****, I ain't been outside in a minute

I been livin' what I wrote (Yeah)

And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these ****

Momma taught me how to read 'em when I look

Miss me at the precinct getting booked

Fishy **** stick to eatin' off a hooks

Say you eatin' but we see you gettin' cooked, ****

My fleeting thoughts on a leash

For the moment, high as fuck

I've been alone in my shit for the longest

Snakes slidin' in the street

Mama taught me how to not be like the bodies lyin' in 'em

Pigs ridin' in 'em

I'm a target so it's hard to even eye me in 'em

If he ain't dyin' for me, then I ain't ridin' with him

There's no time for that

Making sure my man wallet's straight like a collar

When you iron that

Thinkin' 'bout my grandmama, find a bottle

I'ma wallow when I lie in that

I just want my time and my mind intact

When they both gone, you can't buy 'em back