Loaded
Told em I don't really fuck with
Stupid shit
Who you you cruising with
Gotta lotta answers
But these questions Don't exist
I been working on my penmanship
Been writing something different
I got laid off from my job
And I'm still minding my own business
I been biting on my tongue now
And I ain't slow down
I been busy with the rent now
Texts I sent now
I been cleaning up my mess still
My head drills
My back aches
The meds spill
This cough kills
The colds fine
I lay back
Like recline
Let's rewind
First I start with the chords
Brick all these shots
And my word getting slurred
Too up to drive
I'll just sit back and go
Revving my engine
My foot to the road
My foot to the gas
85 in my tank
Petrol my lungs
And diesel my brain
Filling my head
Unleaded we up
Down on the night
I been Spewing Like pump fake
And I'm driving paint
Smelling to much stank
To the bank
And I'm shooting blanks
She pull my dry like yank
Sank quick
It's the same shit
Different bitch
I know this
Notice I'm the man
With all the motive
Shit I'm loaded
Yeah I'm loaded up
Loaded up
Hands up in the sky
Yeah lets throw em up
Shit I'm loaded up
Loaded up
Hands up in the sky
Yeah those hands up in the sky
And Im saving my strength
I feel like creed in the tenth
Saving my tips for the rent
Pitch em like tents
Pitch em the Rockies
No one can stop
Im going the length
Ieave em behind Straight dust em
Told her I don't really need a plus one
I just threw that shit in the back seat
Yeah I run this shit like a track meet
And Siah make the clouds thick
Rain'n yeah I doused it
Pouring and I'm writing
Need my pops to preach Im proud kid
Need my mom to get that house quick
Brother get a big check
Check in the index
Have we made it yet
Have we gotten there
I'm working to the bone
I put in blood and tears
I put in sweat a time
I'm writing all my rhymes
I'm wronging all my rights
I'm crossing all the lines
I'm crossing my eyes
And I'm dotting my ex's
I'm thinking bout money
Teach you a lesson
Words my expression
I call it a blessing
I call it my life
Staring back at reflections
I ain't calling her back
Cause bugging tweaking
Pack my shit up
Cause I'm fucking leaving
Closing my eyes
Cause I'm hucking hoping
Round to my feet
Round the motion wait
Yeah I'm loaded up
Loaded up
Hands up in the sky
Yeah lets throw em up
Shit I'm loaded up
Loaded up
Hands up in the sky
Yeah those hands up in the sky
Stupid shit
Who you you cruising with
Gotta lotta answers
But these questions Don't exist
I been working on my penmanship
Been writing something different
I got laid off from my job
And I'm still minding my own business
I been biting on my tongue now
And I ain't slow down
I been busy with the rent now
Texts I sent now
I been cleaning up my mess still
My head drills
My back aches
The meds spill
This cough kills
The colds fine
I lay back
Like recline
Let's rewind
First I start with the chords
Brick all these shots
And my word getting slurred
Too up to drive
I'll just sit back and go
Revving my engine
My foot to the road
My foot to the gas
85 in my tank
Petrol my lungs
And diesel my brain
Filling my head
Unleaded we up
Down on the night
I been Spewing Like pump fake
And I'm driving paint
Smelling to much stank
To the bank
And I'm shooting blanks
She pull my dry like yank
Sank quick
It's the same shit
Different bitch
I know this
Notice I'm the man
With all the motive
Shit I'm loaded
Yeah I'm loaded up
Loaded up
Hands up in the sky
Yeah lets throw em up
Shit I'm loaded up
Loaded up
Hands up in the sky
Yeah those hands up in the sky
And Im saving my strength
I feel like creed in the tenth
Saving my tips for the rent
Pitch em like tents
Pitch em the Rockies
No one can stop
Im going the length
Ieave em behind Straight dust em
Told her I don't really need a plus one
I just threw that shit in the back seat
Yeah I run this shit like a track meet
And Siah make the clouds thick
Rain'n yeah I doused it
Pouring and I'm writing
Need my pops to preach Im proud kid
Need my mom to get that house quick
Brother get a big check
Check in the index
Have we made it yet
Have we gotten there
I'm working to the bone
I put in blood and tears
I put in sweat a time
I'm writing all my rhymes
I'm wronging all my rights
I'm crossing all the lines
I'm crossing my eyes
And I'm dotting my ex's
I'm thinking bout money
Teach you a lesson
Words my expression
I call it a blessing
I call it my life
Staring back at reflections
I ain't calling her back
Cause bugging tweaking
Pack my shit up
Cause I'm fucking leaving
Closing my eyes
Cause I'm hucking hoping
Round to my feet
Round the motion wait
Yeah I'm loaded up
Loaded up
Hands up in the sky
Yeah lets throw em up
Shit I'm loaded up
Loaded up
Hands up in the sky
Yeah those hands up in the sky
Credits
Writer(s): Josiah Humphreys, Siah Rain'n
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