Keep it quiet
I don't, uh damn
You be talking
You be saying shit
I don't really got no time for prayers, I must be lost in it
Waiting on that cosign
Right up on your waistline
I don't really got no time for tricks, I'm on the baseline
Damn yall niggas talkative, I don't give a f*ck what your target is nigga
Type that shit
I been high as f*ck tweakin
Damn I must be lost in the sauce that I'm making
I ain't even tell my friends bout the troubles that I've been
So I write all the words in my mind to the pen
Where the f*ck do I begin
I been high as f*ck tweakin
I feel so cold in my room when I make shit, yuh huh
I don't really got time for depression
Your deprived
Yuh, stop wait, drop dr-drop
Bossed up tired, I don't really got it
I can't keep defending all your shit when you start it
I don't really got no time for shit
Yall niggas wired
Damn I must be lost in the sauce that I'm making
I ain't even tell my friends bout the troubles that I've been
So I write all the words in my mind to the pen
Where the f*ck do I begin
I been high as f*ck tweakin
