Just A Lil' Bit (feat. Perry Maysun & ZionKat)

Gentle beauty, type of girl to keep me moody

Now we in the '06 whip, grabbing on her booty

Said I don't usually tell these girls I love 'em

But you got my fucking heartbeat hitting like percussion

Plus, we drumming in the backseat, sounding like a band

She don't even mind or pass me, baby, grab my hand

Please don't wake me up, I'm dreaming, I don't wanna leave the bliss

Because you perfect, but I know you don't exist, okay? (That's some real shit)

Gentle beauty, type of girl to keep me moody

Now we in the '06 whip, grabbing on her booty

Said I don't usually tell these girls I love 'em

But you got my fucking heartbeat hitting like percussion

Plus, we drumming in the backseat, sounding like a band

She don't even mind or pass me, baby, grab my hand

Please don't wake me up, I'm dreaming, I don't wanna leave the bliss

Because you perfect, but I know you don't exist, okay? (How you take this shit?)

It ain't easy staying sober in my city, listen

I need highs that finna let me fuck yo' stigmatism

I got homies in the back, they riding for the first, yeah

Gaining profit off of loyalty and disciplining

And, shit, I'm bragging 'cause I worked too hard for this

I been scarred for this, writing bars for this

Staying up late at night, trading cards for this

Staying up late at night, bagging tall for this

And, listen, I'm really stressing

My momma gave me notice, I'm like damn, it got me testing

My ability to make a change and living through progression

I was seven when lil' T was 'round the block, it got depressing

Got a baddie, numb the pain, I'm smoking static on it

Fat blunt made me act up, I need patty running

Hit up homie for some tabs, get it back to something

Wanna numb all this pain, I need glass or something

Woah, most my homies just won't see far

They not focused on the verse, get on clean cards

I ain't chilling with your shorty, but she on it

You can call my homie Scarface, he just got his green card

Never hit the blunt if I don't see the process

Homie Mike was laced when he butted in the projects

Yeah, only cop it when you got stress

But all the homies always got stress

Gentle beauty, type of girl to keep me moody

Now we in the '06 whip, grabbing on her booty

Said I don't usually tell these girls I love 'em

But you got my fucking heartbeat hitting like percussion

Plus, we drumming in the backseat, sounding like a band

She don't even mind or pass me, baby, grab my hand

Please don't wake me up, I'm dreaming, I don't wanna leave the bliss

Because you perfect, but I know you don't exist, okay?

I know I need to lock in

But all I know is flipping rock, I'm not a locksmith

I tend to make a pause, I thought to go and drop in

But Perry talked me down, you boutta make a profit

I told him it's in there

Know my brodie finna see a guy

A guy who predefines his motion in the ocean where the secret shine

Unlike brodie himself, I can leave behind

Leave the life of crime, get exposed and he eats his lies

I know he probably thinking this life is fiction but really I need some help with a brodie who stuck in prison cause now he mad I left and I blocked all my bad decisions

That I made a couple bands, and I stacked, saved and flipped it

My mind is back to a wall

Quick to see a homie dropped against the actions that's caused

Had the fact that all my homies caused my homie had snitched

When he pressed me just to vent, atleast brodie had lost

I'm the best signed