I went from dice games on the block to popping mean bottles Getting a kiss for luck from a show magazine model She count the stacks then she show the riding skills Shaped like an hour glass so I got time to kill I'm for real and I'm in it to get the cream Pretty women is sipping lean while gripping the clip and steam Its vicious, I live the dream while sitting in tented C LS's, whip headless while flipping the different screens I'm with a sin city stripper that's kicking of anything f you tripping, I grip the blick and you missing with semis scream Y'all should get this on camera Pardon this long hammer, but my lil friend Spotted your white girl from the parlay view, I know this raw grammar But you act like I'm rapping in French, Montana I seen it all, from drug sales to the burners dumping My heart's proof that painkillers never murdered nothing

(Verse 1) I'm trying to separate the now from all of yesterday's bullshit And failing at the task of it, looking at reality Trying to gain a grasp of it, trying to get this bartender's Attention like, whatever you pouring, give me a glass of it Distracted by the ass and hips and lips that lie, just that guy Bitches flexing like I'm just that fly Or maybe I'm stroking my own ego, in retrospect cause In the back of my head, nobody else does Dealing with a hangover, forgot about the tiger in my bathroom Whoops, I mean a cougar, I'm still get used to Seeing my exes with they new flames Or on these magazine covers after showing em new thangs More often than not, I be thinking like a youngen should quit Looking for love cause really all I've discovered was clit Text logs and bras that covered he tits Was trying to give her my heart but all she wanted was dick and it got me feeling like (Hook) No matter how many times I try to turn the page Still ain't a damn thing changed Cause I can tell a lie if you asking me my whereabouts But i might talk that real if you ask me what i care about (repeat) Rap and bitches, rap and bitches Rap and bitches, rap and bitches, bitches and rapping (repeat 4x) (Verse 2) Love don't love a soul nigga Trying to understand that, is why I'm quickly becoming old nigga Women change with the seasons, I say decent Fuck being thirst, I was focused on eating, believe it yo Or don't until you see it yo Be the ones you cant imagine leaving that you end seeing go I can name at least a dozen that i was truly in love with And i could start venting the names like ehh ... fuck it Don't concern yourself with what's inside the Styrofoam Or the bitches I'm fucking and the pics I kept inside the phone Keep scrolling to the right, you gone see some shit that'll piss you off The kid a boss, cut from a different cloth, nigga naw I wasn't tailor-made, no one measured me up She said that she was engaged, that shit was messing me up A day later, I was next to a cup Instagraming the ass on the baddest bitches I was texting to fuck YUP

[Bridge] She just wanna vamp with an Ink Gang nigga cause them Ink Gang niggas don’t sleep Closed mouths don’t get fed on the boulevard Yeah, you looking hard but we know you don’t speak. Let a real nigga talk to you. [M.O.B. Trey Verse] Some days, I feel stagnant, drunk as hell with a bad bitch In my ear, nagging, cause all my ratchets is wrapped in bandanas Was far from a bad kid but, shit, time makes fools of us all And was fuel to the songs that you hear in your ear blasting My peers act as if we ain’t still fam and all the stones they throwing Can still shatter my glass house into a mere fragment Imagine this black aura, I rarely check my rear view Cause for me, looking back makes it harder to move forward I was too torn and im sort of used to the feeling Assorted juices and liquor get poured, abusing my liver Was more amused with this stripper in my passenger seat All on my belt strap and my jeans undoing that with her teeth. Dog she mean! I’m sorry, mami, I can’t stay witchu But I might lay witchu after I put this thang in ya Might spend a night but not a day witchu If I’m being blunt then blame it on these grab swishers, plus its 4AM [Chorus] Codeine and two swishers, OD and a few strippers and that XO be my liquor, your girlfriend taking pictures with us I don’t know what to tell you, but she want a real nigga Man, I’m trying to tell you, that the turn up be for real(2x) [Spade Verse] I’m on kush mountains, codeine waterfalls Bad bitch with me, she let her panties fall Not shopping no malls, I’m ‘bout to get it all She came with three hoes(holes), she like a bowling ball Drank got me sitting slanted, my kush tasting like candy Nina is my companion, stand ready I’m roll banning Your bitch a Cocker Spaniel, but she don’t speak no Spanish all she say is “ah” when she make my babies vanish Yeah, and you know that XO is that liquor That made your girlfriend send me pictures of her licking on her sister Licking pussy holes and kissing, told me only for my vision Did I mention they was strippers trying to pay for their tuition? Her stage name is Vixen, she on that poll, she upside down She twisting and flipping, it’s like they locked in competition Like a twerking exhibition, they both made racks in minutes I got a text from Vixen, she said “Come stay with me and Kitten Bright at 4AM” [Kaiken Daily] las cuatro de la mañana comigo a me casa Let me show you its capasa when you fuck a nigga proper Never let her meet my momma, let’s keep this shit one hundred, baby I’m just trying to run you till the early morning sun up She say “Kaiken I love you” and I told her take a number” I told her she’ll find someone but she’ll never find another It’s 4AM when I leave the club, 6AM when I’m leaving her No LL never needing love, all in the cut now she bleeding love All the events that was leading up, to the heating up when I beat it up Flat on her back while her feet was then I speed it up and go deeper cause She want a real nigga just to keep her up, knock it out like a fight when I sleep her cause Then I’m out that bitch when the streets wake up, Kaiken don’t cuff

Shawty that's my night piece My type freak thick blond hair blue eyes SHEEH If I ever desert her, its after dinner Drizzling white chocolate in them white sheets, she like "eat" She frequent in lingerie stores Mama so voluptuous, I love her hips And thighs, the plumpest limps ... I'm not a sucker for love but I'm a sucker for something she got Maybe Its something your eyes do Or the way you shake when my tongue it your thigh Maybe its the way you sucking the cock, say you love me, a lot, when I'm sucking ya twat Before the tip gets stuck in your box a brother is like ... My baby got that good love Got a nigga fiending for her good stuff She do it like she fucking for a wedding rang That Mike's Red Hot, I put that shit on everythang