Uh
I ain't tripping bout no cat but this whip gon' have a turbo
When we slide we run it back
You be crying bout a bitch better go get you a pack
Chasing hoes we chasing money trying run me up a stack
Niggas putting up for liquor better put that bottle back
We be putting up for business trying see a couple racks
Niggas never use they head you better keep that shit attached
Can't be flexing all that paper they gon' get all your shit snatched
Stop all the planning you can't be out here wasting all your time
Once you stop bullshitting every day you're fucking prime
Take a hint can't be stallin trying to get up on your grind
I be taking off a ship just for you niggas to climb
Stuck in the lab 3am trying figure out a rhyme
Can't sleep at night do not know why
Starting to think that it's a sign
Same niggas that be faking same niggas call you slime
I be in my head feeling like I'm running out of time
Saved my money new whip since then I knew I grew
Not everybody can be real tell me now who really true?
I be trying to make friends but I only keep a few
Them niggas swear they know me but that's really only who they knew
Just be up at 3 am chilling
Looking at the sky and shit
I don't really be seeing stars like that seems like I'm the only one
Gotta really like take myself out to
Like a planetary or something
Just vibe with myself and shit
Ain't really much to do