Look I done lost, all of my patience
Spent too much time
Too occupied with that image, had to get back to the rhymes
In the wrong place
In the wrong space
Shoutout my guy space, he the city saving grace
J's Never too laced, never will choke
Never took no hoe on dates and they never will call him broke, it's the
Mechanic, who took advantage of all of his planning
Preparatory computerized adolescences
And then sugars, come in abundance my goodies sweet and low
Edge living but safer than Cheerios, apparently grown
Mature women plot on how they finna get me home
As if I'm stepping out for anything less than a rack
If I'm pushed I react, but that's after the fact
Been Uber driven and maneuvered without all of they maps
I navigated this apparatus of higher status, miraculous be my fabric
Custom fitted, rigged who really with it
Wicked and really jiggin'
I'm Flying no supervision the greatest version of living
Ass magnet, charm form of magic
Allure have em working like they, cast for pageants
Need that cash advance or prolly won't make it happen
To keep it buck, just smoke, and prolly on my last fuck to give
So what it is, brilliance been demonstrated once again, the story we live