Sipping on
Sipping on a 40
So l don't have to bust the 30
When I'm having alone time.uh
Waiting for the sun to come up
So my stomach can finally throw up
The shit l placed in it last week yeah
When everything seemed rather be sweet
When l was to busy hiding behind a Back when l never had a doubt l would ever grow up not to seem like a f*ck up uh aye
When l was 16 I spent most time overwhelmed by the sight scenes
Seeing everything everybody rather dreaming
When l was to busy freaking over the girl that was covered in my semen
Overall I'm no where near ready for my goals
But l have a talent my L's could hold. Since my mother never was my mom
I never had someone telling me to aim for the the gold
No wonder six has forever seemed like the cold one
I'm thinking about shooting off the gun
When l can finally legally own one
And this nigga isn't aiming at no targets
I'm feeling like some margin Sargent
And I'm well guarded by Adams and Eve's garden. Aye
Once the blood starts to spray
Like a old Bay day
I won't kick or push
Like that nigga Lupe aye
Tbh f*ck being here to stay
It feels like I'm not going anywhere
Even though l rather be everywhere
I just hope my home becomes somewhere
So l have a place to call my own
That's why a nigga is always jaking he's crutching the chrome
It's been that way since the day I've ever felt like felt grown
It's funny that l was well groomed ever since l left my mothers womb
Fresh to death like the treasurer chest
That gave jack stress
Over the mess of the message
As my brain is massaging the passage
Before the lil bitch became a form of baggage
That made me end up becoming a Savage
That made ever chick wanna bag me
Like a store grocery
But nobody could ever afford me
And this is flow isn't something anyone could ever borrow
Don't worry lil bitch l will be here tomorrow
Swallow that
Sipping on a 40 so l don't have to bust the 30
Sip sip sip
Sipping on a 40
So l don't have to bust back that 30