Sometimes Not Serious

On the backside of the flip, never see

Never see me on the other side, I'm always green

Sayin' that I'm just a fucking layout

Sense me when I break out

Catch me at the steakhouse, ****

Catch me at your bitch house

I'm always watchin' from the distance like a fucking cobra

My head snap back, snap back to my shoulder

**** sayin' that you wanna, that bitch straight from Rwanda

You still too dumb to see that I done broke the Magna Carta

Tiptoe ****, climb slow ****

You never ready, can't you see that fucking snow, ****?

Below zero, ****, you ain't no hero, ****

Claimin' that you painted pictures

Truth be told, you get no bitches

Shit, I say I only tell the truth

You stay away from statements, pussy, stay up in that booth

Thinkin' 'bout the time you said you'd make it out this shit

I made it out this shit, since I was a fucking jit

Shit, we comin' out of fog

Sleepin' in that o-zone, to the floor

Bitch leave for the night and come back for some more

Want some more, never show that I got that bitch for the dough

Then I go, in the back, of that mothafucking store

Seein' dead bodies laid out on the side of the grass

All I see is blood, right beside the broken glass

Never got no time to make it out the damn back

Goes to show that I won't ever wanna go back, ****