HEADSPACE (feat. SKOE)
I just pulled up in a Uber
Just know that I'm zooted
I'm stoned like Medusa, aye
And I twist her up like a Rubiks
We getting straight to it
A bad ass like Boosie, aye
I wonder what I'm gonna do today
Just go check my bank account
These bitches that stalk look like Megan now
After that performance baby take a bow
Make no mistake about it
I feel I'm lost in my headspace
The thoughts on my mental is dead weight
I'm deadly, I'm coming like infrared rays
When I talk to the lord I don't question my faith
I'm feeling I'm destined
I'm finding my way
I am not worried
I'm riding my wave to the top
I got that exotic, so yea come and shop
We not worried about no body
Boy, we ain't got no opps
Fuck with one of my partners we send you up top
Now the pack is named after you, boy you a za
Please don't worry
Bout what's in my cup
Say that you bout it
Well throw yo shit up
A bounty of trapping
I'm running it up
I throw it like Brady
I know I'm the one, yeah
I'mma come through in the clutch
Grab a wood, fuck a Dutch
The streets, yeah they know I'm in touch
A diamond shining in the rough, yeah
I'm tryn'a roll it, roll it, roll it
She hopped right on top and road me like I'm stolen
Stay on the grind just collecting these tokens
Lost in my mind just like I'm micro-dosing
I feel like an island alone in the ocean
She tryn'a get me to give her my devotions
She chasing them Burkis, them bags and them Coaches
My life a mirage like I'm in a hypnosis
She used to them Dodges, not use to them Porshes
She hop right inside, thought I had an endorsement
She looked me up in my eyes
Told me I'm gorgeous
Told that lil' bitch, bitch I know I'm important
Ballin' like JT in the Boston garden
Told that lil' hoe to ball for me like Jordan
You can end up as a day or a carton
Please do not play with your life, there's no bargains
We send your organs right back to your momma
Me and my niggas, we ride for the drama
You can make history like you Obama, aye
Sip on my cup til' I'm nauseous, aye
Please don't worry
Bout what's in my cup
Say that you bout it
Well throw yo shit up
A bounty of trapping
I'm running it up
I throw it like Brady
I know I'm the one, yeah
I'mma come through in the clutch
Grab a wood, fuck a Dutch
The streets, yeah they know I'm in touch
A diamond shining in the rough, yeah
Just know that I'm zooted
I'm stoned like Medusa, aye
And I twist her up like a Rubiks
We getting straight to it
A bad ass like Boosie, aye
I wonder what I'm gonna do today
Just go check my bank account
These bitches that stalk look like Megan now
After that performance baby take a bow
Make no mistake about it
I feel I'm lost in my headspace
The thoughts on my mental is dead weight
I'm deadly, I'm coming like infrared rays
When I talk to the lord I don't question my faith
I'm feeling I'm destined
I'm finding my way
I am not worried
I'm riding my wave to the top
I got that exotic, so yea come and shop
We not worried about no body
Boy, we ain't got no opps
Fuck with one of my partners we send you up top
Now the pack is named after you, boy you a za
Please don't worry
Bout what's in my cup
Say that you bout it
Well throw yo shit up
A bounty of trapping
I'm running it up
I throw it like Brady
I know I'm the one, yeah
I'mma come through in the clutch
Grab a wood, fuck a Dutch
The streets, yeah they know I'm in touch
A diamond shining in the rough, yeah
I'm tryn'a roll it, roll it, roll it
She hopped right on top and road me like I'm stolen
Stay on the grind just collecting these tokens
Lost in my mind just like I'm micro-dosing
I feel like an island alone in the ocean
She tryn'a get me to give her my devotions
She chasing them Burkis, them bags and them Coaches
My life a mirage like I'm in a hypnosis
She used to them Dodges, not use to them Porshes
She hop right inside, thought I had an endorsement
She looked me up in my eyes
Told me I'm gorgeous
Told that lil' bitch, bitch I know I'm important
Ballin' like JT in the Boston garden
Told that lil' hoe to ball for me like Jordan
You can end up as a day or a carton
Please do not play with your life, there's no bargains
We send your organs right back to your momma
Me and my niggas, we ride for the drama
You can make history like you Obama, aye
Sip on my cup til' I'm nauseous, aye
Please don't worry
Bout what's in my cup
Say that you bout it
Well throw yo shit up
A bounty of trapping
I'm running it up
I throw it like Brady
I know I'm the one, yeah
I'mma come through in the clutch
Grab a wood, fuck a Dutch
The streets, yeah they know I'm in touch
A diamond shining in the rough, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): D Roscoe
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