I hit the blunt, the mind's awake

So foggy in the room, you think I'm plotting my escape

No condoms getting used when I refuse your common stakes

So when my actions get reviewed, I don't remove or hide my face

Recap on my mistakes

Trusting intentions not envisioned Inside my plate

No timing out Put that gas and milage inside the Interstate

Distracted now, so emotions got this potent Lasting the day

I'm sober now And my brain is pounding like I just sprayed the K

What's the pitch to perfect now **** surfing now

This shit you speak don't ever make a sound **** Charlie now

You flipped a brick, you think you Marcus now

****, pipe it down

You flip the script when gangsters come around

Cousin Caitlyn now

Don't fake it, ****

Habit of thinking time will avenge all the abandoned scenes

Part of me feels nobody has really been a fan of me

Why does this blood that's flowing with love feel like amphetamine

All I can think for time in sync sink is fuck a, fuck a wedding ring

Can't sit and wait in line The number one regret for molded vets is how they wasted time

Can't compliment a soul who pick a role and cannot stay in line

That's why I ride alone and keep'em rolled

To spark a nick of time I got it

Ugh So bitch just sit in line The number two regret for all you vets is y'all can't fuck with I

I compliment myself cause health is wealth I pray I stay in line

I only ride alone they cloned Tyrone but you'll see over time

I sip this cup then drift away

So drippy in the booth You think I'm tryna swim away

It's always gon' be an Ebony next to a Lisa Rae And I don't want neither one of them hoes

I'm on a different wave

I still do it big like Butterbean If you disrespect you get bada bing'd

Put 11 on em like Yao Ming Pride on me like Dr. King

Honor printed all across the sleeve

Gotta stay trill by any means I lead the team like Willie Beam

Like I can't be reached I'ma let the ring

The line is open Lost inside of this potent

Shit get cloudy when you surrounded by tired emotion

Kick the door open Now my karma's controlling this motion

Mo important **** can't count on my failure I'm goaded

Locked and unloaded off the chain I can't be modest Bitch I'm wildin'

Got no time for conversation

Fuck a problem make a dollar Bitch I ain't got time for waiting

Never ask them how we got it I just boss up on my station

Now they asking for my condiments I chose to eat my steak with

We got it

**** stuck on rewinding half of their confidence

Come from nonsense They chose to deposit

Ask them what plays have he made That wasn't pre-made through Mufasa

Common mistake Try to relate to the plate that's beside em

All this hate they throw Can't contain my soul

Wonder why the paper flowin' Cause I play my role

No illusion nor confusion Can't contain my glow

I'm not new to this A lunatic became my flow 9 blow

Silence Of The Lamb Chop Rappers In Insane Asylums

Every time I beef I just get a call like twist we got em

Uber to your final destination Brother Lynch be drivin

Dump the whole magazine I'm the source so I be vibin

Coast to Nostra sit you down like coasters While my robbers mobbin

**** can't address me I be dressin

This that Thousand Islands

Hate while in Alabama

I go get a chair about it

Top Gun recruit

Tom Crusin then I air'em out

Can't sit and wait in line The number one regret for molded vets is how they wasted time

Can't compliment a soul who pick a role and cannot stay in line

That's why I ride alone and keep'em rolled

To spark a nick of time I got it

Ugh So bitch just sit in line The number two regret for all you vets is y'all can't fuck with I

I compliment myself cause health is wealth I pray I stay in line

I only ride alone they cloned Tyrone but you'll see over time