Lyrics
Cut my hair and bump my head and fell on top
And run on sins, and front on friends
If we don't win then pay your tithes and mend your fence
And we alright, the Kaio Ken and big old rims
And LA hoes, if that ain't wrong, if I ain't gone
I ain't home, I ain't them, I ain't them
No more ends and no more trends
And photo tint and photo lens, notice this
Pour this shit, bonafide, woe is me
Bowl of grits, naked pimp, beamin' up, clean as fuck
Other side chill for niggas, makin' life look clear for niggas
Hill for niggas, tip top cliff for niggas, this the vision side to side
So give the nigga, if we honest you gon' miss a nigga
Twisted with 'em, this the isms
See your bitch might kiss a nigga, which nigga? Get specific
Big ass pot, wrist is glistened, your list is shit
And your, if it isn't, let's call some titties and scar your face
The robe of wrongs has caught a case
Other niggas they mob like Cartise from far away
All my niggas like, "Calm down"
Lovin' life above a reason, just can't find it like a dozen people
Catch that vibe at night, and Bobby Whitney
Get too tired to write and died in prison
Felt like Rob tonight, lost my god tonight?
Oh, sometimes I get so ahead of myself
Feel like I'm runnin' in circles
Oh, and I'm just holdin' onto my breath
I need smoke just to exhale
Oh, and I get so ahead of myself
But I'll make it out somehow
So roll another one, roll another one up and put it
All in the air now
How many souls do you touch a day?
How many hoes do you fuck a day?
How many flows do your thought convey?
How many know you can't walk away?
Depending on the way I feel, I might kill everybody around me
Might heal everybody around me, how the wind blow
Open your window, let the debris in, never let me in
I kick back with kick though
Maybe if I could live hundred years that be real?
Pay me if I'ma be rhymin' these homonyms