Ain't no one perfect everyone got a little mess in their life
Some people hidden in the dark but shit sues in your life
When shit hit the fan you see who really your fan
Man who knew I even be worth for a 400 grand
And that's a low ball
That's me without no project out
That's me when I'm jautn shit down
That's really what the talk about
That's me askin no favors now
That's me on my Martin shit
That's me on my Chappell shit
My own show yea I'm starting shit
Blackcomb I can really go back home
Can you run it like a marathon
Waiting on me say I'm taking to long but I'm taking my time tryna put us all on
Started somethin they can take from
Started somethin they can take from
Started somethin they can take from
They can take from
They can take from
From me
I done put my whole foot down
Both feet down
And what's good now
Got some nas that change on me tryna come back like what's hood now
What's hood now
What's good now
Fast cars and road rage
European hoes having good days
5% tint block the UV rays
Couldn't see me on my worst day
Going through the motion she said cheaters never win
Let it go full throttle drown myself in bottles
My heart can't stay to one and she told me I got problems
Toss and turn the bridge i burn
Toss and turn thru bridges I burn
I know you heard you lose and learn
I count my checks scream fk the rest
(Yeah!!!)
One strike
Two strikes
Three strikes
I win you lose good bye
Crawl down Hollywood at night
Come to me by the two's alright
Diamonds dancin all on me look so nice
Bad timing when you see me I'm high
Dirty cups pourin four with some ice
You know, you know, you know, you know
What?
What?
What?
What!!!!!!!!!
Dedicated to Ryan Breaux & Zeek Bishop
Rest In Peace