welcome to chili's

Ay, ay

Back against the wall, now I dunno where to go

Pick it up, I've been living slow

Felt like different individuals

In my mind they gone (ay, ay)

I been praying on my kneecaps got no feedback (damn)

Where my mother fucking weed at?

I gotta go, where

I been feeling like I'm good, psych

I could use another wood, I

Feel so misunderstood (damn)

Tryna read me like a map

Riddle me that

Gimme some Ritalin sleep for the wack

Work in the night I write better in black

I'm quick to react (fuck, damn)

Stuck in the dark with my demons (ay)

Can't look at mirrors for reasons I couldn't explain

'Cause you wouldn't believe it (ayy)

Wish I could go back and fucking delete it

I can't, I know

I ran, from home

Flick on the switch and I light some smoke

Think about life in a lesson I wish I knew more

So I wouldn't be left all alone

I wish I could pause, want it to stop

Working on music to help me not drop

Painting a picture of brand new intentions

I came out the gutter got time on the clock

And I gotta escape, back on my toes

Dripping in sauce, you can see on my clothes

If I R.I.P. now, I be fresher then most

Sorry to God I ain't really want smoke

Bust down Thotiana

She gon' get it if she want it

Roll it, flip it, back it up (yeah)

Let's fuck around in the Acura

I'mma get right to the business

'Cause I'm only here for the nighttime

Eat the pussy like it's ice cream

I'mma hit it at the right time

I'mma throw it all away

Running it down, down, down (yeah)

I'mma cut straight to the chase

Quit fuckin' around, round, round (uh)

I'mma pray for my enemies

I am exactly what they all pretend to be

You niggas tired like Michelin and you from Michigan

Typin' away to get all of your disses in (woah)

Straight from the gutter, I'm killin' it (woah)

Promised my momma I'd get her a Cadillac

When we backpacking all over the globe

I don't need more

I got the Arthur fist for niggas who gon' bring the problems

If you want it come and get it 'cause I'm off the vodka

And my shorty stupid thick, spicy like Sriracha

And she 'bout commas, commas, commas

Anything but drama

They gave me chains and I showed them how to break those

Cold heart with the love, can't fake hoe

Never overestimate your self-worth,

Get tossed to the curb for a mothafuckin' bank load

They ain't like me

Oh bitch I noticed and I've been so low with it

Honestly I thought I mastered the cloaking device

And the Rover is custom

So you should come over tonight and bend over

I'm faded, bitch I feel amazing

I might be in L.A. by the next month, I can't say shit

Tell 'em that we

Play hella cool but it's serious

Honestly probably 'bout to become an anomaly

I can see all of this shit from too far, it's binoculars

I wish that everything else was this

Obvious

But it ain't, dawg run quick, fuck Trump, true shit

When they ask who's this

Pull the motherfuckin' YouTube for the who's who

Crowd bitch get hip