I got enough
I got enough
Shit to worry 'bout on my own
I do not bluff
If I say it promise, I mean it, boy I'm so zoned
I'm on the muck
I'm off the mud
Take my words quick as they come
If I'm honest when I'm stuck
I promise you it's up
I listened into my heart
I'm deep inside my soul
I swear to me, I'm moving like I'm close enough to my death
I been counting my breaths
Tobacco smoke in my chest (yeah)
I ain't got time to be next
Nothing on my body run under like three or so racks
When she mad, she gon' organize her thoughts, try to get my bent
Oh my baby, I'm on devil time but you were heaven sent
She on eight, I'm on that plus two, I guess that make it ten
All my dawgs finally free, but I'd pay 'em out of the pen
'Cause I know if you come at me they gon' be in there again
When I walk through my shit I know they family and they cool with me
When I drop out this bitch I know I'm gon' hear it in the street
I got depressants in my blood
It don't take much to run it up
She know I'm balling Ion do no free
Time, so she move fast when feeling me up
I smoke cookie out of a Dutch
Look at my face when we fuck
I need connection, I need love
Yeah, I'm tryna make her buck
Grind on my waist
Fuck that, she move to my face
It is so sweet to taste
And I know her man relate, of course
I am a feather weight
So I do not use my fists, uh-uh
I serve smoke, no zipper
Boy, do you get the gist? I hope you do
Nothing on my body run under like three or so racks
When she mad, she gon' organize her thoughts, try to get my bent
Oh my baby, I'm on devil time but you were heaven sent
She on eight, I'm on that plus two, I guess that make it ten
All my dawgs finally free, but I'd pay 'em out of the pen
'Cause I know if you come at me they gon' be in there again
When I walk through my shit I know they family and they cool with me
When I drop out this bitch I know I'm gon' hear it in the street
I don't know how to talk to you
But I think I'm in love with you
When we was on some other shit I hope you still was in the mood
I try to make you comfortable
She off snow, Abominable
Blowing on strains, that's tropical
'Cause I try to keep it natural, yeah
Nothing on my body run under like three or so racks
When she mad, she gon' organize her thoughts, try to get my bent
Oh my baby, I'm on devil time but you were heaven sent
She on eight, I'm on that plus two, I guess that make it ten
All my dawgs finally free, but I'd pay 'em out of the pen
'Cause I know if you come at me they gon' be in there again
When I walk through my shit I know they family and they cool with me
When I drop out this bitch I know I'm gon' hear it in
The street (in the street, in the street, in the street)