Play It Crazy

Pockets getting thick All Hail The Cake Lord These hoes collabin' on my dick Should make em pay for it Young nigga I know my worth, I'm a fucking king If it aint the truth then I can't say a fucking thing Wait Mouth closed, take that to the grave Rest in peace my nigga John, heard the shooter got away I don't trust one of these niggas I might touch one of these nigga I'll be damned if I die today Just wanna f*ck some of these bitches I wouldn't cuff none of these bitches Body right, her mind a mile away I'm in love with the mission I got grind and ambition Had my hands on everything like I aint got no vision A nigga hungry, aint no soap, aint no dishes We aint eating when we sitting in that kitchen Mix Master Flex in this bitch I be whipping Road life, I been moving state to state Bumping 80's shit was all good just a week ago 12 had me locked in that cell, I cant sleep no more I would leave a bitch before I beat a hoe Fake nigga tried to show me love but he can keep it though I been had it You aint got it, I see you creeping though D nigga Sleeper flow, I think they peep it now My bitch riding If I aint got it she gone hold it down The snakes hiding The grass high, we finna mow the town I lost some niggas Some died, some I seen was hoes Dolo nigga Aint got shit for you, please don't hit my phone My PD got me stressing, f*ck the system aint no more oppression We don't want no vodka, Henny in this section Play it crazy