Lose My Sanity

Everybody got to talking, about shit that ain't they're problem

Tryna fuck up all my shit, because they want something to calm them

Interfering with my life, because they got something to gain

Grab my 40. Then I walk out in the rain (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

And you know what I be talkin' about

You's a bitch and you just be goin' and runnin' your mouth

You talkin' shit, I keep a clip

So keep a lock on your house

I'm gonna pull up, you won't find me, shits like finding a mouse

I keep my real homies close, now I know they are my family

We gettin' to the bread and to the drugs, I lose my sanity

And we gettin' in a jet, because we flyin' for vanity

When I die, bury me with a couple blunts, and a lighter please

And I know I got a problem

Everybody talkin' shit, just make sure, bring the shotgun

Everybody knows that I'm the man, you know you got him

Being born was enough, I think I won the lotto (if)

She wasn't so bad at lyin' I prolly would have bought it

But being a bitch was never ever a fuckin' option

could never sell my soul like that shit was an auction

Yeah I know these pants so hard, that's why I fuckin' copped them

Smokin' so hard, call me Sassy, bitch you know the motto

Everybody tryna get in my bag

Never tryna hit that shit again

Yeah she is a bitch tryna write in my head

Make my feelings different than what I said

Everybody got to talking, about shit that ain't they're problem

Tryna fuck up all my shit, because they want something to calm them

Interfering with my life, because they got something to gain

Grab my 40. Then I walk out in the rain (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

And you know what I be talkin' about

You's a bitch and you just be goin' and runnin' your mouth

You talkin' shit, I keep a clip

So keep a lock on your house

I'm gonna pull up, you won't find me, shits like finding a mouse

I keep my real homies close, now I know they are my family

We gettin' to the bread and to the drugs, I lose my sanity

And we gettin' in a jet, because we flyin' for vanity