Meet me up right at the top,
My music's bumpin,
Gettin high in my feelins.
I know her panty's gon drop.
I'm talkin shit.
Man I'm talkin my shit.
To people lovin me,
I'm fuckin w you still.
I don't know its hard to see,
Who tryna hang or tryna kill.
I never lived in poverty,
But I been through my own hell.
AK with a 50 round,
And that bitch is just set to drill.
And now I'm hurtin through this music,
Now I am just waitin till,
My music fly.
Man my music gon fly.
But lately it seems I'll fail,
No matter how hard I try.
That's not the spirit.
Man I need to confident,
I need my music to be chill,
Not to be somethin ominous.
Miss me with the shenanigans.
I been pullin my weight.
Don't want mom to be hearin this.
But I be smokin all day.
I'm just feedin my focus.
She think it's fuckin up my brain
but it's enhancing my focus.
So I can make it through the day.
