Mapped Out

F*ck it I don’t like you I don’t love I don’t want nothin’ from you I just sun you Mmhmm, yeah F*ck it I don’t like you I don’t love I don’t want nothin’ from you I just sun you Leave you out to rust, inside the dusk When the dust sets you goin’ fuss so lick my nut sack I done give a f*ck so, you won’t get your f*ck back You goin’ have to trust that, wise with a dunce cap Lies from the fake shit, enter the matrix You goin’ have to wait for your turn have patience mans Can’t match my chill with a thousands zans I’m in the baseball field where the foulest land I’m the 8 ball pin when they fall I stand You can’t touch my house with your hands of sand Turn that glass when the hours spent Gotta burn out fast when its time to dip Gotta learn real fast when it’s time to shit Gotta shale that tree when the fruit get clipped I’m on my last row, hoe Gotta lay low till the cash grow, hoe I ain’t gonna tell you what they mad bout’ Read my mind I got it mapped out She look fine but that’s a trap house I’m in the back row, fucking with the backdoor Gotta pay the locksmith, fuckin’ all my cash off Losing ain’t a option F*ck em’ imma last long F*ck em’ imma, f*ck em’ imma F*ck em’ imma, uh Gotta lay low till the cash grow Gotta lay low till the cash grow Read my mind I got it mapped out She look fine but that’s a trap house Read my mind I got it mapped out