And I heart it
Robbing time with dotted lines, I gotta
Aye, aye
Always look over my shoulder, gotta stay cautious
Robbing time with dotted lines, I gotta weigh the options
Cross between three thousand, vodka, sprite and marijuana
Two commas look me in my eye, no lie, it made me nauseous
Only one I gotta thank is a mirror
And every one made what I seen look clearer
Rest of them I know is snakes, seen em lying to my face
So I had to make space, and I heart it
Circle tighter than a vein, my blood pumping through my heart and mind
I'm hard to find, the typе to give all of my heart and mind
And peep the onеs around as they actions are how they act behind
Just weed the people out, I know don't always got your heart and mind
Every time I think about it, paranoia
Keep it thug inside cause I ain't really tryna know ya
Blood is who you're related to
Loyalty is what stay with you
I got so much faith in who I keep around me
Without it, they dead me
Fake grass is forever green
They flexing the fraudulent lawn, unlike me, they extra seeds
Not everything gotta stay, when that happens we not afraid
Cut the dialogue-
Always look over my shoulder, gotta stay cautious
Robbing time with dotted lines, I gotta weigh the options
Cross between three thousand, vodka, sprite and marijuana
Two commas look me in my eye, no lie, it made me nauseous
Only one I gotta thank is a mirror
And every one made what I seen look clearer
Rest of them I know is snakes, seen em lying to my face
So I had to make space, and I heart it (Aye)
Going out as a legend, as a G.O.A.T., G.O.A.T., G.O.A.T
I don't care about opinions, no I do-oh-on't
Hear you bad like how I be up in your throat, uh-oh
Name on the front of the jersey, what is 44 for?
I never talk about the outcomes
I kept my focus on what is now, had to outrun
Or how this pressure was magic forming but now, I'm
A bandit doing some damage, longing my Lyson
I got the brights on
I stick down and steer from all of the bullshit
I'm the type to instill fear in my many opponents
Bitch my life's right here and the guys right there
I ain't never been a killer but homie don't push me, MmMmMmmm
Always look over my shoulder, gotta stay cautious
Robbing time with dotted lines, I gotta weigh the options
Cross between three thousand, vodka, sprite and marijuana
Two commas look me in my eye, don't lie, it made me nauseous
Only one I gotta thank is a mirror
And every one made what I seen look clearer
Rest of them I know is snakes, seen em lying to my face
So I had to make space, and I heart it
