Bad Habits

Can't love a shorty can't play with my heart Pulling the strings like guitars Aye not from this earth I'm from mars High in the sky I be up with the stars All of my wounds never heal see the scars All of my diamonds gone shine in the dark Started off low now they know who we are Windows is tinted can't see in my car . Just like a private jet Splash on yo bitch like I aim for the net I'm in New York like I play for the nets Like you KD you can't play with me yet Aye you can not run with the vets Biting my swag I can't feed all you pets Knocking it out of the park like the Mets Can't eat off my plate cause I'm eating the rest I can not stop till I'm dead or arrested Don't f*ck with me for yo interest Man of my town man I been this It's endless My friends are dead so I'm friendless Spending the money it's endless King of the drip forever holding the crown I don't defend this I am the nigga always be counting the figures I'm all on her wish list Aye pretty boy swagg that girl be blowin me kisses House on the hill in the trenches I came from rags to riches Now I got bag and bitches Leave a fuckboy with some stitches I'm in the game with no glitches I'm a bad boy like the pistons She eat up on Christmas So that's where gifts been All of these rings feeling Big Ben Wallace F*ck all that drip man I don't need a stylist My shoes are new yours they got mileage Hard in the paint like I was fouling Money be stacking I swear it's compiling I am not from here I live on the island F*ck all that talkin I kill em with silence No need for violence