Interlude

Forty dollars in my denim jeans
Lemon squeeze
It's the little things
I'm a god and you a fucking centipede
Confess your sins to me
Balling Derrick Rose no injuries
All the shit you said shows what a shitty friend you been to me
A couple enemies
Always tryna fuck my energy
But it don't get to me
Well aware I'm higher mentally
Jaywalking busy streets
I don't want your fucking sympathy
I'll live a legendary life then overdose at twenty-three

I bought a gram of that devils lettuce
Tryna get high as heaven
Why the fuck they more concerned with where I been than where I'm headed
Maybe a lack of affection
But never lacking protection
Don't need me a fucking weapon
Mind's infected with a god complexion
See the future clearly but it fogs the present
Line stepping
Breaking mama's back
And cracking ancient artifacts
These bitches never holla back
Unless they see your pockets fat
And once you let her out the house
You'll never get your daughter back



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Howard
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