Thr333

I got enough

I got enough shit to worry 'bout on my own

I do not bluff, if I say

It, promise I mean it, boy, i'm so zoned

I'm on the muck, I'm off the mud

Take my words quick as they come

If I'm honest when I'm stuck

I promise you it's up

I listened into my heart

I'm deep inside my soul i swear to me

I'm moving like I'm close enough to my death

I been counting my breaths

Tobacco smoke in my chest (yeah)

I ain't got time to be next

Nothing on my body run under

Like 3 or so racks

When she mad, she gon' organize her thoughts

Try to get my bent oh, my baby

I'm on devil time but you were heaven-sent

She on 8, I'm on that plus 2

I guess that make it 10

All my dawgs finally free but I'd

Pay 'em out of the pen

'Cause I know if you come at me

They gon' be in there again

When I walk through my shit

I know they family and they cool with me

When I drop out this bitch

I know I'm gon' hear it in the street

I got depressants in my blood

It don't take much to run it up

She know I'm balling

I'on do no free time so she

Move fast when feeling me up

I smoke cookie out of a Dutch

Look at my face when we fuck

I need connection, I need love, yeah

I'm tryna make her buck

Grind on my waist, fuck that

She move to my face

It is so sweet to taste, and

I know her man relate, of course

I'm a featherweight so I do not use my fists

Uh uh i serve smoke, no zipper

Boy, do you get the gist? I hope you do

Nothing on my body run under

Like 3 or so racks

When she mad, she gon' organize her thoughts

Try to get my bent oh, my baby

I'm on devil time but you were heaven-sent

She on 8, I'm on that plus 2

I guess that make it 10

All my dawgs finally free but I'd

Pay 'em out of the pen

'Cause I know if you come at me

They gon' be in there again

When I walk through my shit

I know they family and they cool with me

When I drop out this bitch

I know I'm gon' hear it in the street

I don't know how to talk to you but

I think I'm in love with you

When we was on some other shit

I hope you still was in the mood

I try to make you comfortable, she off snow

Abominable

Blowing on strains, that's tropical 'cause I

Try to keep it natural, yeah

Nothing on my body run under

Like 3 or so racks

When she mad, she gon' organize her thoughts

Try to get my bent oh, my baby

I'm on devil time but you were heaven-sent

She on 8, I'm on that plus 2

I guess that make it 10

All my dawgs finally free but I'd

Pay 'em out of the pen

'Cause I know if you come at me

They gon' be in there again

When I walk through my shit

I know they family and they cool with me

When I drop out this bitch

I know I'm gon' hear it in the street

(In the street, in the street, in the street)