Cotton Candy

Portland

I just hold a marco to a bad friend
Don't be calling polo, let them ask again
Opening they eyes, they be asking
Where'd they all go? I don't think that I'm a bad friend
Rootin' tootin' shooter with a bad hand
Only got one arm, he's a dead man
I should leave him hanging by his own neck
I ain't ready for hell, tallied nine sins

I expect attacks from rats, I've done vanished
I belong locked so I'm following the bandished
All my songs hit yea that's because I can't miss
The food on my plate's a lot more than I manage
I inspect the baddest bitch and all her weapons
I don't want to miss something she can use against me
And she got the thang on her, a Smith and Wesson
I don't call the cops because I don't feel threatened

Always got plans, always keep em on a list
Done it once and I'll do it again if you insist
Called a smartwatch, I got brains on my wrist
They act like three legends couldn't ever coexist

I can turn grass into gold
I walked out your life when I loved you the most
We both representing cuz we from the same coast
Everything just hits harder when it's all in post

All the money's evil, that's why money's well spent
Everything I learn's from a different dimension
My Momma said that it's based on they intentions
I wanna see success, it's more than numbers that I've dreamt

Now I'm seeing family is my inspiration
Nothing can replace them, not the whole population
Bad love and guns; a bad combination
You lose cuz you shoot with your imagination

I ain't tryna stop, I been on a win streak
I'ma get a crowd, concerned by the mystique
I gotta let the truth speak
But god damn my mind's telling me I'm too weak
Wanted to drop a single all week
I been shadowboxing my problems to fix my technique
You ain't unique with a peak physique
You can kick me when I'm down but you ain't got an oblique

I can push a pack, but he ain't talking to me though
When he talk back, he blaming his alter ego
Unlocked potential, I just looked through the keyhole
Massacre of the innocents, call me Marino
I'm just tryna find all the answers, what do he know?
I got too many minds surrounded by the weed smoke
Proper bounty, I'll lock you up and swallow the key whole
I can handle the heat, tolerance jalapeno

I made this bitch, auto bots designed
Decepticons, deception's off, it's war time
I'ma blast a bitch, I got a war machine
I got too many problems that you ain't gon' see
I got too many bars, I'm smoking up all the weed
Joey gives the dab, it's gone by the next scene
Drop an edible, unforgettable, stoned, I see heaven smoke
God just said my shit stay tight, he wanted more
I stay too long, I smoke, I'm gone
Hot handed the cotton candy, it all fall
I shoot for green, you gotta pass me the ball
I shoot for green, we all stepping in the mall
I stay too long, I smoke, I'm gone
Hot handed the cotton candy, it all fall
I shoot for green, you gotta pa- oh, fuck me
Whatever