Don't Blink

I fucked up again you nahm saying I fucked up again you nahm saying I don't give a shit, I'll make it hit anyway Least I'm tryna channel my energy right you nahm saying Gotta use your mind, gotta use your mind Gotta channel it right yeah, you nahm saying I fucked up again, but fuck it I'm proud of what I did, I'm proud of myself, so you can get fucked anyway I don't wanna hear you say that, say you run street What you think? I had non' out the birds eye just scraped outta that sink 10th grade where the shawtys at? Had to act like they had flings Now try hit my line I get my money up, don't blink yeah I'ma teach you how to think I like shawty in the pink She ask where my mink at, Gucci all on that print Hit you out with that red dot, you were ridin' where my gangs hot You let your man die, you ain't the man dawg You a bitch for real, I might sign a deal You ain't seen the streets, I was poppin' pills You ain't into music, hear it in your raps You was up on that lame shit Got a choppa where you land, yeah Right now I'm on snow, right now I'm on go They know I got stress, money I overload yeah Know they mad when I'm pullin' up Cut you off I'm through with ya Old friends try to hang out, they be runnin' back cause I'm blowin' up I've been rappin' for like four years Hit the lick when the road clear You be grindin' for the Moncler What's next cause I bought that More rack in my body Why the hell I do that? yeah, yeah Homie asking for his boo back Shawty want me go spend a bag what's the point if I ain't feel the vibe Fuck the mans we got nothin' now Rather stay low and I'll stay loud Another hit on the way now, been a minute, I say it proud Still runnin' up street, being in the trap You ain't tryna make it out I don't wanna hear you say that, say you run street What you think? I had non out the birds eye just scraped outta that sink 10th grade where the shawtys at? Had to act like they had flings Now try hit my line I get my money up, don't blink yeah I'ma teach you how to think I like shawty in the pink She ask where my mink at, Gucci all on that print Hit you out with that red dot, you were ridin' where my gangs hot You let your man die, you ain't the man dawg