Express

Truth be told you too greedy

Keep switching hoes they too needy

My family calling they need me

And the Truth be told they don't see me

Ain't have the money the flights

We barely could keep on the lights

Riding round dirty police pull us over

And they started reading your rights

Couple long long days

Even more sleepless nights

I was talking to God at the top

Then I ended up reaching new heights

Pray for a blessing my mama was stressing

Money problems And i had to address em

Switch up the drip

Keeping em guessing

Don't matter her figure she gon be undressing

Light speed bouta beat off the breaks

Swear to God I'ma do what it takes

**** snitching I don't fuck wit these snakes

The foreign fast we could run from the jakes

Straight face I was hiding my hurt

Broke as fuck I was down the dirt

It don't make sense how Mama died and this shit got me thinking bout homicide

Roll up a blunt if you down to ride

picking me up when I'm down inside

You tryna front cause you on the side

That Pussy wet I could slip n slide

I pray to God we don't break apart

Truth be told it would break her heart

I ain't been feeling the same

Fighting depression been going insane

Doctor tried to give me pills

Them shits was fuckin wit my brain

I ain't been feeling the same

Put that boy on a shirt cause that **** a stain

I can't be drinking and driving my **** cause I gotta stay in my lane

But I look you dead in your eyes tell you I'm good while I'm going through pain

Light speed bouta beat off the breaks

Swear to God I'ma do what it takes

**** snitching I don't fuck wit these snakes

The foreign fast we could run from the jakes

Straight face I was hiding my hurt

Broke as fuck I was down the dirt

It don't make sense how Mama died and this shit got me thinking bout homicide

Light speed bouta beat off the breaks

Swear to God I'ma do what it takes

**** snitching I don't fuck wit these snakes

The foreign fast we could run from the jakes

Straight face I was hiding my hurt

Broke as fuck I was down the dirt

It don't make sense how Mama died and this shit got me thinking bout homicide

I was just thinking bout suicide just like

the doors on the coupe of the newest ride

I wanna travel the world

Fuck around prolly fuck on the tour guide

Constantly committing arson

Big blunt spaced out like a martian

These foreign girls speak Farsi

We know your pac like parsley

This foreign bitch is fiesty

I fuck with her but she sheisty

No backbone

They spine less

Everysong I made was timeless

They tend talk a lot of shit

When they me see it's silence

Feel like the prince of peace

But Fuck with me I promote violence

We on the road and we taking risk

Every show make what you make a year

The city is filled wit some angels and demons my **** you blessed if you make it here

That was way back in the day with so much on my mind and so much I could say

While I sit

Thinking about it I'm thankful we found us a way