Pinball II (feat. Correy C)

I hope you figure it out

Shine black man, melanin gold

I hope you never get old, keep your youthful spirit

I know the world do fear it, you're the tip of the spear

And with our dyin' breaths, I bet the world gon' hear it, look

I been saving money for my taxes

Bassy keep on jumpin' through these brackets

I got twenty bitches comin' back to the crib

I make my **** got some racks, what you need?

They gon' shoot you **** like it's practice

I just make the money, run some laps

Every time I pass go, see the cash grow

We don't even act cordial, we assholes

Bitches in my lasso, is that so?

That's word to my last hoe, I'm that cold

Runnin' through the town a black soul

My past froze twenty-nine times over

Look, I have seen more than my time, lived nine lives

For about twenty cats over, I told ya

Everything you've done, I done overdid, I'm over it

****, Dreamville, the whole coast, how we shouldered it

Them boys stale like toast when it's overdid

I hope they quit for real, but if they don't, I got a million joints

I got the flow in pocket, the emoji rocket, how I'm outta here

A lot of 'em sound like they in a talent show

So I give 'em something to remember, like the Alamo

Tally ho, a high Joker like a Spades game

Keeping both eyes open wide, rain man

Crew high on that fuck your life drank man

We slide in the bucket like paint

Never gave a fuck, fuck what you might think

Ran up in the club till they sent the lights in

Had to tell the owner, "Please, let the lights dim"

Five more minutes, see me a nice slim

Thick bitch with the you, me, and my grin

Tell her bring the crew, you, me, and my friends

See where the night end with the right guys

Trust me and my kin, speak with the right pen

Creep like the lightning in the night sky

Go deep Janet Jackson, we back to back in

Black SUV's, black tints, would you look at that?

I'm booby-trapped in your fluid black skin

No groupie action, your bougie accent

You're truly classic, girl, we outta here

Bas, it's Bassy

Queens **** with the Friends ****

Got the bean waitin' in the pocket, ooh

I asked P, "What's poppin'?"

He said, "We are ****, trips to DR, ****"

Got the borough jumpin' like it's J.R. Smith

Know a couple **** let the A-R spit

Got no interest what you say y'all did

Only where y'all live

Smokin' blunts 'cause that's the way I live

And where I live?

**** dyin' front of their shorty wives

And their brother's ride on the other side

Every death is like a hundred lives

Flatlined from the black nine

I could feel the pressure multiplying

Make you feel like ain't no hope in tryin'

But we always tryin'

All this blood, I bet it float to sea and wash out

'Cause they don't want you to see, but watch out

****, watch out

See, I want you to see

I've been through so many things

Things ain't always what they seem

Hope you get the message

I hope you figure it out

Now I'm right where I belong

Had to let it go

All the pain I was holding on

Now I get the message

I had to figure it out

You got to feel the music, do you understand?

It takes you higher and higher