In My Room

No sleeper seats, that's a mattress

No sleeper seats, that's a mattress

You ain't stingy, split your tablets with me

You don't flinch when cameras flashing

Flashing

Not fake laid back, no, it's natural

And I think you made for the life I lead

I'm not fake patient, I don't fake sick

That kinda coffin don't need lean

Rest in peace

Got this lust for life

Horny for the game

First they kiss, then they bite soft

Then that bitch wanna play it off

Fuck it, I'm pretty still in a pit of snakes

While serpent shakes some brand new scales

I need a new face

I'm tired of these weirdos acting familiar

Took all the rock and turned it to pop

He think that he Elvis and he ungrateful

They don't say thank you

They don't say grace, not even for meals

Not even for millions

Fuck it, I'm pretty still

Look at my deal, Richard Mille

Look at my ears, flooded with diamonds

Look at my skills

Running through blocks like 49ers

Forty-nine diamonds stuffed in my bracelet

That cost a whop, that cost a whopper

And it ain't new

I had a knot at John Ehret in my locker

Pretty still, it ain't no pretty pill

It's either real or real

Real easy on the eyes green

Like a soccer field

Skin hot when they tried me

Like them poppers feel

Hands shaking, norepinephrine levels

Skyrocket fuel, rocket

Quit being violent with me

Quit being violent with me

Quit being violent with me

You make me violent

My room

My room, my room with me

Every night, you were in my room

My room, my room with me

I guess I can't state my feelings too soon

I don't know you

And I can't put no threats in the air