in my head

I'm pourin' up drank, need to slow down Think I know why he won't bring his hoe 'round Tell me why he runnin' back, don't want none of that Try to run up, and got blowed down Sometimes I can't see when I'm off of these drugs Somebody come give me the lowdown And all you see was that flash That glizzy red beam and then hear the pole sound Sometimes I be up in my head its drivin' me crazy I'm thinkin' I think too much Right hand for the drank, left for the cup I dive in the pink too much And if it's a problem, I call up my boy And he pull up and clean the bitch up I don't play no games, I'm off of these drugs My life in my hands, when I look in my cup Too much of these shrooms, my vision be 2020 But for 24, seein' it clear I been talkin' to God for a minute now He been whisperin' up my ear Open my eyes to the fake and the real And the people that switch, but I really don't care And I think it's funny that you come to me But when I was down out, there was nobody there Know that people switch up, but I really don't care Bitch, you know I stay blowin' that pack in the air And my brother keep thunder on him like a rainstorm He gon' wet the bitch up anywhere And no, I don't play by the rules The motion I'm havin' my brother, I know it ain't fair Twelve hundred for the jeans, I paid it in cash I ripped 'em and bought a new pair I'm tryna go see what's up I'm tryna go see the word Shawty said she never been places I can show her the whole fuckin' world My pockets too deep, I got an addiction To poppin' tags, buyin' diamonds and pearls Bitch, I never sleep, my vv's, they flash They dancin' around know they twinkle and twirl They ask me if I'm gonna make it Well, it's only one plan in this bitch They sayin' they got me, so tell me why It feel like I'm the only one that's plannin' this shit Tryna pick off my plate No, I can't get with it Cause you can't even get a hand in this bitch Why they ain't tell me we got a fan in this shit And my brother, he brought the FN in this bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm tryna go roll a backwood Man I'm tryna go to the sky, yeah Bitch said that she wanna get higher Tryna go talk to God I wake up, put it on, bitch, I'm tryna get flyer Boy you somethin' you not, yeah And it is what it is I can't be mad at the brokes and the lames And the people that hate cause they live how they live I remember when you wasn't around Now you tryna get all up in the biz Feel like I been missing, but then I got found Now all these people, they tryna call me twiz Bitch I got up, remember I was down Ain't doin' handouts, I ain't takin' what's his I'm on some whole different shit I'm on a whole nother level Bitch bad in the 2 seat When I take off, watch me push the pedal Big chrome, bro got iron on him If you make him mad, then you meatin' metal Bro got smoke for you if you want some Drop 'em in a pot, put 'em in a kettle I'm pourin' up drank, need to slow down Thinnk I know why he won't bring his hoe 'round Tell me why he runnin' back, don't want none of that Try to run up, and got blowed down Sometimes I can't see when I'm off these drugs Somebody come give me the lowdown And all you see was that flash That glizzy red beam and then hear the pole sound