M.I.T.M

I be feeling like
Man fuck these n
Go get you a bag
Don't listen to no one
Come walk in your slippers
No you ain't gotta' pass
When you roll that spliff
You don't owe nobody
If yo' family straight
N I ain't really tripping
That's how I be talking
In some conversations
With the man in the mirror

Real n to the coffin
How my mama raised us
We don't know no different
Bunch of bad ass n
We was tryna' make it
Always thought bigger
And the fast money cool
But you learn how to pace it
Shit stick to the ceiling
Had to ask myself
Want this shit 'till you 80?
Or for 15 minutes?
So season to season
Just stay on yo' pivot
Cause getting it, easy
But keeping it, tricky
You wanna' be something? Quit with the wishing
I raised my feet up
From keeping consistent
Know that n sweet cause he seeking a gimmy
Make it look easy
It's opposite really
My phone been on DND
Locked in, I'm scheming
This CREAM it keep piling
It's all I can dream about
Shawty quit talking, I'm tryna' get me some mouth
4s up, N we the south
When I roll up
Got the speakers loud
When I hop out, leave the engine running
In and out, Backwood reefer puffing
Hit the town
Tryna' get some breesh or something
Watch close, N I'll teach you something
We ain't really had no OGs or nothing
From a city where a lot of n don't seem to bubble
Same plays wasn't working, had to leave the huddle
Going hard 'till my people never need for nothing
Couple tricks up my sleeve so we keep it coming

Man fuck these n
Go get you a bag
Don't listen to no one
Come walk in your slippers
No you ain't gotta' pass
When you roll that spliff
You don't owe nobody
If yo' family straight
N I ain't really tripping
That's how I be talking
In some conversations
With the man in the mirror
Like fuck these n
Like fuck these bitches
Like fuck these n