Order confirmed, pack, finish, touchdown. Cook mine with the birds, I need it like right now
In order to learn, you can't be afraid to be wrong
Floors breaking, standing with my eyes closed
Swerving these nasty bitches like some potholes
Can't lie, I like some ass and fifties
I can't die, still gotta stand on bidness
Like a whore5 that big need fitness
I don't wanna feel nothing, like I'm on morphine
My mind might be numb, but I still need like four of these
Calling me dumb, you can catch these in 4D
Nasty bitch, talk about she need more of him
705, tell the truth until I die
Ride with it on my back, hopefully I survive
Floors breaking, standing with my eyes closed
Talk about when she naked, already seen those
Had to step in like a ref, she was screaming goals
Smokin weed- smaah
Smoking weed, picking the stems out my pot of gold
Breaking loose ends, bitch, I ain't a groupie, you gotta go
Give me my keys back, wipe that coke from your nose
Screaming free the kid, that's not shit that you know
About all that shit, yeah, you was on go
Maybe that's one thing that they know
When they took you in, my life kinda froze
But that's life shit, you said that shit always flows
Hide tight, I wouldn't mistake mine
I took mine, look at me, and I ain't on no t-shirt
Check the time, you late for school, do your research
What broke mine is best, we don't get into it
Let me get close to your heart, I'm nothing but a fix
Used to be a push to start, now I'm stuck without the sticks
You can get close with me, if you ain't what you're supposed to be
In my mind, 24 the streets