times change

Someone mention Allah But my cap's on Cheap whiskey sippin' in a summer sandbox Mud tears drying But her pants off How you gonna flex with the caps lock? Lately I've been stressed but my pot stocked Mama's busy building up her fucking smoke cough I've been busy praying blessings, oh God My Nike slippers flyer today Sliding right in today I've been hiding my faith My papa left a fighter in place I was brought up in shame Get the whip out today It's the fucking pace I've been hitting All the branded monsters look a little different I've been in the city feeling different Take me straight to Cali I guess that's the mission They be hatin' if a brother blowin up They can't see that I be hearing the new vision Got me going through motions Feeling new emotions Fuckin' with my whole intuition We be going all night long Fuckin' till dawn Now she be blowing my phone I just wanna be alone Hittin' up your bestie she be in my home You gon' f*ck around find a new asshole (Yea) This the sad boy This the sad boy I was from the bad boy towers Make a bad bitch rich Give the real ones flowers Got a mad bag itch You gon' f*ck around Carry my baggage Never fell to cap Never fucking with a snitch And I hate a motherfucker that can't ever take a diss Cause this a diss song if you put your wrist on (Uh) Way before your brother or your bitch