Quiet
What's deeper than thought
I tend to overthink my thinking who's deeper than God
Flooded wit thoughts I started sinking I need a massage
And whatever we got for drinking
I can't even talk
It's just one of these days
And so I hop out of my Uber
Down the block cause I Express it
Money tight
I gotta week till I get paid
I gotta stretch it
What the fuck
I tried to call you but my phone got disconnected
But I been made an arrangement
Do I have to cop a weapon
Swear to God
I'm bout to trip out on Verizon
Dog I'm stressing
And these bitches raised the rent
And I'm late yo it's the second
If I get another letter in the mail about my credit
I'ma spazz
I'ma spazz
I'ma spazz
I'ma spazz
They don't know me round here
See I came from outta space
They don't grow me out here
Hit up Terry for the play
That's the homie out here
My nigga keeps on losing weight
That means business is straight
I'm out in Northside Hollywood
Apartment 51
Wit' the Outlaws of the Universe
It's gotta ring to it
This music thing? Easy dog
It's not a thing to it
It's when you reach for more
They hate to see a King do it
Granny keep calling me asking me when I'm gone visit
Collection keep calling from different numbers tryna trick him
I'm not in the mood to be kickin' it just to be kickin'
To tell you the truth
To tell you the truth
Granny keep calling me asking me when I'm gone visit
Collection keep calling from different numbers tryna trick him
I'm not in the mood to be kickin' it just to be kickin'
To tell you the truth
To tell you the truth
I be on the phone waiting for the dial tone cause they put me on hold like I won't hang up
Them the type of calls could fuck ya whole day up
They acting like somebody like me won't say some
If I don't have the time how you gone take some
Stress is heavy on the mind but it don't weigh much
To a spirit mmm
That's the sound you hearing mmm
I don't move with fear in I'ma teach that to my children
And so I hop back in my Uber
Down the block cause I Express it
Money tight
I gotta week till I get paid
I gotta stretch it
What the fuck
I tried to call you but my phone got disconnected
But I been made an arrangement
Do I have to cop a weapon
Swear to God
I'm bout to trip out on Verizon
Dog I'm stressing
And these bitches raised the rent
And I'm late yo it's the second
If I get another letter in the mail about my credit
I'ma spazz
I'ma spazz
I'ma spazz
I'ma spazz
The a/c don't work so I'm working on that
I needa place where my girl can lay naked out back
I needa case where I can place the getaway stash
Just in case the getaway car didn't get enough gas
I just told my Uber driver put the music on blast
She said she don't even smoke but she bumpin' that PAC
I said all I do is smoke but I think this shits crack
If it's all white wit' you let me out where I'm at
And so I hop out of my Uber
Quiet my mind a riot
I feed it knowledge and wisdom
My diet seems like its pious
Mama and Papa told me that Jesus be the messiah
Some days I feel like I'm Jesus
Which niggas wearing a wire
This industries just a park
It's full of cheetahs and lions
So pretty behind the glass
But really inside they dying to be free like us
Who walk around the cage and laugh
If they ever catch me in it I'ma spazz, I'ma spazz
I tend to overthink my thinking who's deeper than God
Flooded wit thoughts I started sinking I need a massage
And whatever we got for drinking
I can't even talk
It's just one of these days
And so I hop out of my Uber
Down the block cause I Express it
Money tight
I gotta week till I get paid
I gotta stretch it
What the fuck
I tried to call you but my phone got disconnected
But I been made an arrangement
Do I have to cop a weapon
Swear to God
I'm bout to trip out on Verizon
Dog I'm stressing
And these bitches raised the rent
And I'm late yo it's the second
If I get another letter in the mail about my credit
I'ma spazz
I'ma spazz
I'ma spazz
I'ma spazz
They don't know me round here
See I came from outta space
They don't grow me out here
Hit up Terry for the play
That's the homie out here
My nigga keeps on losing weight
That means business is straight
I'm out in Northside Hollywood
Apartment 51
Wit' the Outlaws of the Universe
It's gotta ring to it
This music thing? Easy dog
It's not a thing to it
It's when you reach for more
They hate to see a King do it
Granny keep calling me asking me when I'm gone visit
Collection keep calling from different numbers tryna trick him
I'm not in the mood to be kickin' it just to be kickin'
To tell you the truth
To tell you the truth
Granny keep calling me asking me when I'm gone visit
Collection keep calling from different numbers tryna trick him
I'm not in the mood to be kickin' it just to be kickin'
To tell you the truth
To tell you the truth
I be on the phone waiting for the dial tone cause they put me on hold like I won't hang up
Them the type of calls could fuck ya whole day up
They acting like somebody like me won't say some
If I don't have the time how you gone take some
Stress is heavy on the mind but it don't weigh much
To a spirit mmm
That's the sound you hearing mmm
I don't move with fear in I'ma teach that to my children
And so I hop back in my Uber
Down the block cause I Express it
Money tight
I gotta week till I get paid
I gotta stretch it
What the fuck
I tried to call you but my phone got disconnected
But I been made an arrangement
Do I have to cop a weapon
Swear to God
I'm bout to trip out on Verizon
Dog I'm stressing
And these bitches raised the rent
And I'm late yo it's the second
If I get another letter in the mail about my credit
I'ma spazz
I'ma spazz
I'ma spazz
I'ma spazz
The a/c don't work so I'm working on that
I needa place where my girl can lay naked out back
I needa case where I can place the getaway stash
Just in case the getaway car didn't get enough gas
I just told my Uber driver put the music on blast
She said she don't even smoke but she bumpin' that PAC
I said all I do is smoke but I think this shits crack
If it's all white wit' you let me out where I'm at
And so I hop out of my Uber
Quiet my mind a riot
I feed it knowledge and wisdom
My diet seems like its pious
Mama and Papa told me that Jesus be the messiah
Some days I feel like I'm Jesus
Which niggas wearing a wire
This industries just a park
It's full of cheetahs and lions
So pretty behind the glass
But really inside they dying to be free like us
Who walk around the cage and laugh
If they ever catch me in it I'ma spazz, I'ma spazz
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Payen, Alvez Pratt
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