Clouded

Tats on my body Mind, it stay cloudy I'm getting colder Like my nose runny I split a onion I threw a hundred These hoes is cheap Come by the dozen I'm in the pink Like I'm Steve Martin I was just trying to see somethin' Know what you did the last summer Won't hear from me and then wonder Shoot it up like I'm Shyne in it Toot it up like I'm four hunnid On the track, you know I run it I'm nothing like you comparin' me I blow a zone for my therapy Said that I'm special, no ketamine I make 'em sick, they need Dramamine I want a new whip Wit a tint, look like deep space I got 'em seeing stars like they in a Wraith I'm hard in the paint Coming at you, won't miss Why you choose to hate? That shit dead like a R.I.P. I can't see a thing I can't see a thing Aint see that shit in my requests Now these hoes wanna act a mess Act like I ain't see ya damn text I can't see a thing I can't see a thing, uh Tats on my body Mind, it stay cloudy I'm getting colder Like my nose runny I split a onion I throw a hundred These hoes is cheap Come by the dozen Yeah, yeah They won't stop comin' It's like a marathon, I'm sellin' product I had to run that thing What's the next subject? I'm onto somethin' They can tell I'm onto somethin' They comin' and comin' Ask me for lessons But I just move on Ask for the debit I don't get credit But I just smile it off Hit me with bullshit But I just shrug it off I can't see a thing I can't see a thing I can't see a thing I can't see a thing Gotta just do my thing (yeah)