my life

She likes the way it hits her lips

•So here i am at the store for some chips

•Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

•So i guess that's where i hide my things

•Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

•I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

•I never fit in with them light skins

•The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

•Look this the joint that could get me the spins

•Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

•If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

•A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

•She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

•And god blessed me with a lot of patience

•Had i not been exposed to these things

•Flowerbomb, let me guess your favorite fragrance

•It's moe, all i need is more chips

•Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

•I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

•But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

•She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

•They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

•Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

•Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

•And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

•And the v12, that's on various trips

•Jumped off the porch when i was like six

•Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

•Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

•Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

•Flowing on this beat like diarrhea from my lips

•My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

•Ain't the same thang as asians,"

•My repents are stacked up like needle pins

•Yeah, i tossed out all my ex's things

•She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

•Floor sororities like two dollar fifty you call its

•And quit walking with ur hips