Weapons (feat. Jaywall)

Sometimes it's OK to not know what you wanna do
Mother nature has mixed emotions all the time
Say I was writing this song on a sunny day 
When it started to rain
And that showed me that some days
It shines and it rains at the same time
It's almost kind of beautiful

World cruler than Cruella De Vil
Niggas just as dumb as Kronk
I be Kuzko to these niggas
All that drama for ya llama
Sippin syrup out of the bottle
Dozing off
Head nodding
Cause I'm running from this pain
I been moving full throttle like

All the real niggas gone
Got me feeling like I'm next
I know the good die young and the wicked never rest
That's probably why I'm up all night
I be stressed
I be praying to allah to put my heart back in my chest

I could blow right through a O
I'm a smoker nigga
Always stood on all 10 Never Fold nigga
I done been through more shit than some these older niggas
He loves my ex cause I taught her how to throat a nigga

Sometimes I wonder why she did me like that
Lord knows I was broke
But now running up these racks (yeah)
Thank God that she did me like that
Cause now my pockets getting fat
I don't know how to act yeah

I wish my dawg was still round so she could see this shit
I would of been told Jalah to go beat the bitch
And for that lame ass nigga ain't no beefing bitch
You raised a coward i dont even wanna speak on jit

Imma tell her what it is
Imma tell her what it ain't
If she open up that lane
I'm going hard in that paint
I be swimming in that ocean
No oxygen tank
She a grown ass woman boy dat pussy never stank

We came up out that hood it was motivating
And every time they speak on me they say Im cultivating
I put my all into this shit they say i cant restrain him
Like god damn
Several months ago we did the most to get a band
We was stealing clothes so we could post it on the gram
Now they see me selling shows
They see me posted with my ham
The lamb truck got it feeling like a xan
Swerving through this traffic with this purple in my hand
And everyday I'm high its getting hard for me to land
And i can feel the hate thats why its hard to see the plan
So dont you see I'm rapping cause i do it for my fam
Opps spin a block
Leave a nigga
How he make me do it with my fist
Seen em running in streets
We got them cutters in the van
And every time I'm in a foreign i pray this life will never end
Now I'm getting to this money out my nigga in a Benz
Dont talk to me about relations ion even need a friend

Cuz when it rains yeah
You dont see nobody til you get some fame yeah
Til' i got lil older
Fade off emotion
Pray to god he make me sober
You could catch me in the garden
I be running w them cobras
My ppl keep on asking me
I do it for the culture
And i know ppl after me
In sight I'm losing focus
Now she begging for attention like a nigga never noticed, yeah
But maybe you cant handle this you know i got a cold heart
You said you always knew i was a star
I wish that i could go back in time
And rearrange what we had
So i dont have to be alone up in this car

But its okay though
Running with my feelings got me turning to these dracos
Money on the ceiling
Now we spinning in that wraith hoe
Everybody talking out they ass
But ninety-nine percent of people dont do what it takes, so

(Jaywall)