Verse 1 (BT)

Colder villain with no minions

Seekin' peace of mind

Boulder with tha drug opinions

Blunted coke, and xanny rhyme

Lookin for a pocket full of change

To give some rest to mine

Prayin for some guidance that could stand the test of time

Pick moral lonely or if u know how to juggle em

Twist spliff n florals homie we smokin a double up

Spot her at the function

She the type to carry a couple cups

Small tits, size zero, but a definite bubble butt

Before I ever said wussup

It getting thrown on my belt

Drugged out and it ain't help

Broke a promise self, swore a

Nigha wasn't goin

Type a hoes i been towin

Only truth beneath their belt

I been tryna let go

How much time can we watch reefer blow

Lost in scattered thoughts

And I'm stuck outta zone and

I swear it ain't the smokin

Just too many thoughts of thots and sheet rollin

Weed that we stole

And currency i need to keep stowed

In accounts that school and bad habits can't reach

Blockin her on evreything tryna save anxiety

Didn't trust her from the start

New something was plotted up the sleeve

Almost brought a nigga to his knees

First time i had to watch that bitch

Just get up and leave

Verse 2 (Foolish Ed)

Been fucked over By so many girls

Can't even count them 3 or 4 might think this

Song is bout em Can't say that I'm sad

Look at that

All these rhymes and lines

All about them

They brought back my inspiration

It's an invitation

To write about these things

I keep saying

Lo fi and soul

A perfect combination

For the ones who

Aren't in control

Shits out to the

Ones with high goals

Forget about those

Sleepless nights

Shit will all piece

Together in time

Lose some friends

Lose some cash

Lose yourself

That's the best way

To find the good things in life

After a few drinks

The emotions pour out

After a few drinks

I'm blacking out

The liquor runs through my veins

I think my dreams

Are artery

But I keep pushing

New artists Featuring

You know we ain't Stopping

Bringing a new genre

Niggas be pausin

They afraid Of a new project

They claim they miss

The real hip hop

But all they listen to is that

Wish wash

They ain't missin

They dick sucking for the

Trap rappers

Balls on the chin Peter Griffin

I hide behind the spotlight

Scottie pippen

All these metaphors

You always missin

Just trying to get a couple

Million

Take my fam to those islands

Enjoying the paradisin

My life ain't no dicen

I be tossing

Just immortalizing

My projects

We ain't never givin up

That shit not an option