Plenty

Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh
Ayy, uh, uh, ayy
I said—

Plenty on my mind, you caught me checkin' out again
My girl done told me I don't know the different between
Friends or foes, my head, my toes
My heart, my soul is achin', ay, it's breakin', I said—
Plenty on my mind, you caught me checkin' out again
My girl done told me I don't know the different between
Friends or foes, my head, my toes
My heart, my soul is achin', ay, it's breakin', uh

Psycho with my mental, nah, ego trippin'
Why you pour Muscato? Nah, I'm Henny sippin'
Seventh grade, didn't think that's how I'm livin'
Tell him to start worryin' 'bout how he get it
The question ain't rhetorical, it's how I said it
My lifе is like a book and I already read it
Your narrativе is "Nerdy dude who lives on Reddit"
In the functions that you [?] so God damn repetitive
I'm an angry guy, you know I always need my sedatives
Once I put the pain inside my, don't know what day it is
Don't got time to keep complainin', just accept the way it is
Know that I was late for this, tell me you're okay with this

This my confession to you
Me and my homie spittin' fire when we step in the booth
So kick back, I'll kick facts and teach a lesson or two
This Smith & Wesson bringin' death, watch how you step and intrude
Why? My niggas don't fight, dawg, 'cause we let them pipes off
Bitch, your trap house dirty, we spray it like some Lysol
"Shwinny, why you like that, actin' like your mind gone?"
My fault, but Strip 'bout to blow up just like a pipe bomb
Only fuck with dimes if she a nine, I'll get my pipe on
Niggas hate, but they still fed them dollars into my song
And niggas in the bleachers crazy, ball like Shwinn, Tracy McGrady
Green jacket like Shooter McGavin, I swing the stick and blaze em
Erase em for pickin' portions off my plate
We send your kin up to them gates
He get a grave for grave mistakes, 'cause that's dire
Grew up slingin' white boy, Toby Maguire
Always workin' what I got, I'm a young MacGyver and that's no cap
Fall back, thirty shots turn your hat to a vizor
My bitch strapped up like Madea, your bro sing like Sanaa Lathan, new plates in my window tint look like Ray Bans
Black suit like Shwinn the raven, countin' digits, who rainman

Plenty on my mind, you caught me checkin' out again
My girl done told me I don't know the different between
Friends or foes, my head, my toes
My heart, my soul is achin', ay, it's breakin', I said—
Plenty on my mind, you caught me checkin' out again
My girl done told me I don't know the different between
Friends or foes, my head, my toes
My heart, my soul is achin', ay, it's breakin', uh