Alright
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed
Nigga, I aint been outside in a minute
I been living what I wrote
And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas
Mama taught me how to read em when I look
Miss me at the precinct getting booked
Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks
Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga
I dont act hard, Im a hard act to follow, nigga
Like it or not, when it drop, bet he gotta listen
Chasing dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission
If you step into the shadows, we could talk addiction
When its harmful where you going and the part of you that know it dont give a fuck
Pardon me for going into details
3-7-6 was a brothel, we had females come in every hour on the dot
And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock
Focused on my chatter, aint as frantic as my thoughts
Lately, Ive been panicking a lot
Feeling like Im stranded in a mob
Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop
Never getting out of hand
Steady handling my job, time damaging my ties
Who turn to get up? Get dude turned to dinner quick
You circus niggas, you turning into tricks
I was making waves, you was surfing in em
Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas shit
Cut the grass off the surface
Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent niggas shit
Bitch
Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed
Nigga, I aint been outside in a minute
I been living what I wrote
And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas
Mama taught me how to read em when I look
Miss me at the precinct getting booked
Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks
Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga
My fleeting thoughts on a leash
For the moment, high as fuck
Ive been alone in my shit, for the longest
Snakes sliding in the street
Momma taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them
Pigs riding in em
Im a target, so its hard to even eye me in em
If he aint dying for me, then I aint riding with him
Theres no time for that
Making sure my man wallets straight
Like a collar when you iron that
Thinking bout my grandmama
Find a bottle, Ima wallow and I lie in that
Um, I just want my time and my mind intact
When they both gone, you cant buy em back