In My Head

Hoe hit my line she said let's try us some new I ain't happy less I'm with my people or inside the booth C.A.S.T.O really that shit in me if I had to tell the truth Ain't no luck behind my talent nothing that I do a fluke It's all on me Boi I been tired I'm done just letting it be Gotta see what foenem on cause we was getting off the Ps F*ck I'm knocking at the door When I'm the one who got the key No flight or fight It's either fight or fight Den seen too many bleed Sitting up I been seeing my lil cousins in the cut They was on some cool shit But now they ass don't give a f*ck Felt I could've did some more But even I stalled in the rut These niggas NASCAR in the streets Don't got no signs of letting up Lotta niggas where I'm from be feeling like gotta clutch Switching lanes The streets cause major pain All niggas know is stomp You get on either side it's guaranteed that we gone f*ck you up These Niggas bitches playing both sides Too many people front Man f*ck He spilled the drank Ain't shit else in the cup I be high off life But foenem like the pills and dirty cups I'm the silent type A niggas you won't think a f*ck you up I stand on 2 feet And getting stuck gone have me cutting up I like my bitch bad And bout a bag I love a hoe with butt But even more I like one with a brain Let's run this paper up She came to me like Mrs. Officer But I'm the one that cuffed You got a kill but didn't do a drill That math ain't adding up Hoe hit my line she said let's try us some new I ain't happy less I'm with my people or inside the booth C.A.S.T.O really that shit in me if I had to tell the truth Ain't no luck behind my talent nothing that I do a fluke This shit be crazy It's times that I won't work Cause I be lazy I'm picking up tho My supporters get on ass when I start playing They like nigga drop you always teasing with these lil clips I'm Hindenburg-in it I'm high as f*ck I'm blowing up and shit The 304s be doing give and go's Hoes hop from dick to dick Love when these bitches double back They ass gone get to throwing fits Why would I give you my all again I wasn't yo first pick Mind over matter Trust that I can have it If I wanted it A star pitcher Keep my firearm Don't make me strike a nigga Stand on business Keep the talk financial I need my pape official Hear that whistle then a body drop A product of that missile She cheated on you gang You act like I'm the one who did it I'm too swift With the blick I use the stick to tailor with Rearrange or even takeaway He clearly lost his fitted Man I never thought i'd do this shit I gotta admit it I told you i'd remember it So how could I forget it