Welcome To Chili's

Ay, ay

Back against the wall, now I don't know where to go

Pick it up, I've been livin' slow

Felt like different individuals

In my mind they gone, ay, ay

I been prayin' on my kneecaps got no feedback, damn

Where my muthafuckin' weed at?

I gotta go, where I been feelin' like I’m good, psych

I could use another wood, I feel so misunderstood, damn

Tryna read me like a map, riddle me that

Gimme some Ritalin, sleep for the wack

Work in the night I write better in black

I'm quick to react, fuck, damn

Stuck in the dark with my demons, ay

Can’t look at mirrors for reasons I couldn't explain

'Cause you wouldn’t believe it, ay

Wish I go back and delete it I can’t, I know

I ran, from home

Flick on the switch and I light some smoke

Think about life in a lesson I wish I knew more

So I wouldn’t be left all alone

I wish I could pause, want it to stop

Workin' on music to help me not drop

Paintin' a picture of brand new intentions

I came out the gutter got time on the clock

And I gotta escape, back on my toes

Drippin' in sauce, you can see in my clothes

If I RIP now, I be fresher then most

Sorry to God I ain’t really want smoke, bam

Bust down Thotiana, she gon' get it if she want it

Roll it, flip it, back it up, yeah

Let's fuck around in the Acura, I'ma get right to the business

'Cause I'm only here for the nighttime, eat the pussy like it's ice cream

I'ma hit it at the right time, I'ma throw it all away

Runnin' it down, down, down, yeah

I'ma cut straight to the chase

Quit fuckin' around, round, round

I'ma pray for all my enemies

I am exactly what they all pretend to be

You **** tired like Michelin and you from Michigan

Typin' away to get all of your disses in, whoa

Straight from the gutter, I'm killin' it, whoa

Promised my mama I'd get her a Cadillac

When we backpackin' all over the globe, I don't need more

I got the Arthur fist for **** who gon' bring me problems

If you want it come and get it 'cause I'm off the vodka

And my shorty stupid thick, spicy like Sriracha

And she 'bout commas, commas, commas

Anything but drama

They gave me chains and I showed them how to break those

Cold heart with the love, can’t fake ho

Never overestimate your self-worth

Get tossed to the curb for a muthafuckin' bank load, they ain’t like me

Oh, bitch, I noticed and I've been so low with it

Honestly I thought I mastered the cloakin' device

And the Rover is custom

So you should come over tonight and bend over

I’m faded, bitch, I feel amazin'

I might be in L.A. by the next month, I can’t say shit

Tell 'em that we play hella cool but it’s serious

Honestly probably 'bout to become an anomaly

I can see all of this shit from too far, it’s binoculars

I wish that everything else was this, obvious

But it ain’t, dawg run quick, fuck Trump, true shit

When they ask who’s this

Pull the muthafuckin' YouTube for the who's who crowd, bitch, get hip