Palm$ Empty (HRTLSZ Redux)

Yeah, fingers itching, scratch the surface

I be digging graves, yeah

Palms empty, I'll go fucking crazy

Hit the safe

You'll be fucking with my dawgs

There's not much I'm finna say

Fuck her with no halftime

The neighbours scream "Ole!"

Palms empty, put that shit up in my hands

Palms empty, put that shit up in my fucking hands, yeah

Palms empty, put that shit up in my hands

Palms empty

Need that, we not going back going forth, I don't need that

Hard up in the paint, not a choice, I don't need that

I can't open up, you on my case, I don't need that

Bitch going crazy like it's something I ain't seen yet

I can't throw the towel in

I could never fold

We was always high

They hit us on the low

Running out of time, I cannot take it slow

Keep her on her toes till she had to touch her toes, yeah

You don't do enough, aye, we do this on our own, aye

This life shit got a grip on me, the shit's starting to show

I could lose my mind, I could never lose the flow, yeah

Never lose the touch, this here beat was touch-and-go, aye

Palms empty, put that shit up in my hands, yeah

Palms empty, put that shit up in my fucking hands

Palms empty, out here for a hundred bands, yeah

Palms empty, MOBBing in the fucking ends

Still out with the dawgs, yeah

I could never switch 'em

**** say they're with it

I'll go paint that bigger picture, aye

Playing for some figures

Without bands, you can go figure, aye

Coming guns blazing

Not a mob, we're the MILITIA, aye