No Groceries

That target on my back I just tell 'em to shoot Before I kick this bucket baby let me lace up my boots I don't feel bad for that shit But I got dirt on my shoes And I been growing like a tree But I stay true to my roots See I just do what I do I'm tryna get to the loot In yo head I know my flows stay stickin' like glue You can tell me anything Bailey Oh you say you trust me bitch I don't trust you Cuz all that shit you told me ain't true And now you tryna frame for some shit that I ain't do I ain't worried 'bout a thing mane Like I'm in that bitch with no rubber I ain't no groceries I probably just eat that pussy for supper Wassup with you with motherfuckers Wassup with rap My lyrics make these other rappers look like rugrats Yeah, immature, acting like a bunch of damn kids All them songs they putting out and they ain't even saying shit God damn Setting fire to the game and you know it My notebook looking like a fucking flame thrower She said meet me at the hotel I came to her Laid with her Played with her Stayed with her Came in her Now her man stay bitter I know he having trouble tryna sleep And I know I killed that pussy I had blood on my sheets And if that bitch boy want the heat Tell him pull up on my street Eleven months I been vegan But I'm praying for this beef And I swear I'm not a bad guy But at this point in my life I should probably be rebaptized To get me through this bad time Thought you had that knotted up I guess you just had some bad ties I'll leave your lil silver spoon ass with two black eyes You gon' wish you a flatline You gon' wish that you sat down as soon as I stepped in Same night that she fucked me Same day that she left him Damn, ain't this life a bitch...? Yeah it is But it's sad you cuz you still love her Ain't this life a bitch and it's sad 'cause we still love it though It is what it is man