A.M. FETA MEANS

Stand on my two feet, loose leaf
Stained on my two teef
Good sleep
Who me?
Reintroduced every two weeks
Good weed
Good problems
Good grief tucked in grabba
Good chi
Good chai, karma
Good greed
Good God, I'm one

I'm like fee-fi-fo-fum
In this bitch
Big steppin' with a bun
I got business,
Independent
Other business,
With the pen done

What's the lesson
I been locked in
Needa live some
Needa get some in the tropics
I can't stop this
How I think a lot?
Still I'm thoughtless

Get the fuck out of my optics
Please
My whip only go 60
Sometimes when we roll 6 deep
6th sense, sayin' we ain't 6 deep
Still grow with the ones 6 feet down
Each feat
Bring glory to these needs
God teach me, the art of believing
If it could release me...

Would it release me?
Wonder would these seats fly?
Ooh—
You know, at least recline?
Ooh—
Wonder why we pay fines
Even though one day we gon' die
So wassup with it?
Is you gon' be by my side?
If you gon' be, I'ma slide
If you too far I could fly
(high-igh-igh)

Fuck it, no
Nevermind
Never me
I got too much on my mind
I'ma need me some head,
And amphetamines
Need me some bread for family
Oh I should make amends, It's never me
If they not one of my friends, they mad at me
If it's not one of the lens, it's batteries
If I'm not in one of them benz, I'm 'boutta be
Oh I guess it depends, if i get amphetamines

Something unexpected
I said nevermind, took suicide up off my checklist
Yerba for the breakfast
Pussy for dessert, It's why there's syrup on my necklace
Admittedly affectionate is something I've been testin'
Never concerned about my foot in
Bitch I'ma get to door holdin'
I've been let in homes, for me, they had left the door open
Always saw those pictures on the fridge as a tad boring
Even though they're smiling most these pictures tell a sad story
I always appreciate amends, It's immense for me
I know how things can get intense, we don't intend for it
I looked through that lens for it
La-Di-Da'd into a deal
I looked in advance for it
Prolly gotta dance for it
When I'm fucked up is the only time I'll dance floor it
It's up, and stuck,
Fuck it,
Glad I took this Xan for it
Blessings, open hand for it
Broken back window, Sienna color tan floorin'
Japanese whip, how can I say this ain't foreign?
I ain't tryna shoot for stars, it's god I'm aim for'n

I been workin' hella late, fuck with me lets elevate
We should lose our mind, just to find it in a better place
Roll the weed and celebrate, made it to another day
I don't even know the date, I came from the other bay
City of the angels I was swimming with the devil rays
Tropicana juice, livin' life– I'm making lemonade
I wanted a better taste, then I got a bitter taste
I prefer the Minute Maid
Puttin' in this work
You can look at what these minutes make



Credits
Writer(s): Jareem Rondon, Lenzo, Rahul Singh
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