TIES

Bitch I been in the Stu
Trying to cook everyday
It’s stack or it’s starve so I stay out the way
Been singing it out so the pain go away
It stay in my chest, where my girl used to lay
Tali gone shoot, he don’t stay with a K
He stay with the straps, and they lay where he sleep
Ain’t trusting these niggas, my clip on repeat
I’m knowing myself, they don’t know me like me
The blunt in my hand but my heart at my feet
I got him on edge at the tip of his seat
Toting them pistols like we not no amateurs
Eating your body you think they was canabals, 32 bullets more pretty than
Pamela
Working too much I can’t run out of stamina, bitch I’m too ignorant
Fuck your intelligence
556 make him fly like a pelican
Feel like Garcia, I get the work like a Mexican
Hit the block button make sure she don’t text again
I can’t just go stress again, I don’t got time for that bitch I can’t let her
in
New Gucci print on my letterman, She say that she love me
Unblocking her ex again, hope it was worth it and you learned your lesson then
How this shit gone be tied to me
Honestly
Feel like it’s irony, plenty to plea but its constantly
Fuck them if they don’t got time for me
Standing by niggas who been shot on shot for me, and plot for me they would rob
for me
Taking a trip in the sky like we been in the stars
Fuck how I’m feeling I been off them bars
Dreaming about stars in that new foreign car
And since I was young I had made it this far