Friends turning dark and heart is losing blood
in need of a cleanse
i couldn’t sink low man
i pray for their heads
i play for their heads
i smile at the feds
my license and med
ain’t shit to be said
don’t like how my skin
look whipping the benz
or whipping a plane
either way i’m in

hit autopilot then she give me some sex
i play her in chess
don’t count up my wins
forgot the digits but it end in a 10
night start in la we could end it in france
she got me in trance, in her ear like damn
man i made the beat i could open the stems
i took it out west
dont look good in chains
i’m just in some pants
dont care much for brands
marni on my ass tho
singing so long i forgot i could rap tho
better at that its a sinister fact tho
bizzle want kids
i’ll give her a kid
at home i’m the kid
i’m not bout to kid
she don’t eat the kid
we not like some kid
we older and shit
i hit her in blitz
that time was my max
i’m hitting up max
i told him i’m back
could produce your album we give you the slap
so many favors I don’t need em back
8 years and 200 songs worth of raps
all this work it’d be nice to get a rack
i still got a stack
i’m bout to hit reo and tell him i’m back
body bag for her
gentle reward a
bag at sephora
say what u want i ain’t copying quotes i
been operating off different quotas