1$t Ave

I had me fucked up

My apologies

I had to quit doubting me

Switched the angle like isosceles

Momma say don't let em cut your words like apostrophe's

And don't go against your honor tryna be named an honoree

It's all r&b

The same song

All summer suns and rainstorms

Be surprised who cry rivers just to see who they rain on

Mane gone

Sick of my good intentions getting preyed on

Damn near too impatient to play along

Still I got my bullshit I'm enticed with too

Angel on my shoulder hollin "what would spike lee do"

I ride thru with more fluid than an ICU

While shawty playing with me like her friend don't like me too

My best friend say I know just how you Pisces do

You play modest, lowkey toxic as fuck but hate drama

Still mean well

I ain't learn to swim by listening to no sea shells

I was speeding before I had learned to fasten my seatbelt

Momma genetics why I should probably seek help

Took my knicks and bruises and still ate (8) em like sprewell

Started pushing peace when pushing buggies for retail

Partially the reason I'm grateful for every presale

Praise God and give these streets hell

Still smooth sailing when shit get bumpy as reading braille (whoa)

Back road shawty, I know my way thru the East well

Promise you I ain't hard to find, get at me like Gmail

You'on fuck with me 'less you fiening like ezel

Know I ain't the only baby spare me the details

Love spilling how **** tricking with free meals

I just leave her wheezy (Weezy) now that's how you let the beat buuiiiiilllld

(Whoa)

I just knew I'd be a nappy headed **** with a million

My grandma wanted clean cut corporate with a pension

But Uncle Sam don't give a fuck he just want his percentage

Been a bag boy since I worked at Winn Dixie

Now shit ain't much different, still sacking up the chicken

Scooter got the LLC made 95 a business

Missing church but I was in the sanctuary every Wednesday

Got with Marvelous, they paid attention

Broke the math down, swear my **** got the vision (division)

Was happy just to feature now they coughing up commissions for the 205 Da Vinci to holla "**** we busy"

Green light aesthetic just for the boost in my credit

To palm trees from the concrete lil bitch I slid thru the crevice

Time to send in the medics, know they sick of my presence

**** told you they stepping, know they really prosthetic

Know I'm really prophetic, the gospel in my genetics

Keep thinking it's sweet my **** we'll stick you like diabetics

Tried to be empathetic ignoring **** cosmetics

Parkinson's to narcoleptics, I'm crashing like 911

Cracking down on these skeptics who constant put me in second

Bring your fav to Wicked Games, bet I knock em off with a set list

Out for blood I'm a set trip

Foot to they neck magnetic

They motion got some potential but…