From The Dark

Runnin thru this money Im in Saks like whats a rack
No matter what I spend gon end up back all in that sack
Whatever end up falling ima ball through it
I cannot be buggin out how yall do it

Stacking up a quarter Im like check please
Somewhere off a island on a jetski
I can make a ten out of five
I got half a thirty in my nine

Shawty thats the story of my life
I got worries on my mind
And I roll weed all the time
And Im driving down the highway sipping codeine out the styrofoam
You aint love me you just wished that I would buy you more

OT got me checkin out her art
Gotta newer burner new apartment
I like a bitch who know to play her part n all
I had told em get up w me from the dark

Count on my fingers who was w me from the start

Quarter three Im like who you calling
Bout that guap know shit could get awful

The way we live this life know that shit unlawful

For that check we aint never punching clocks for