TASTE LIKE DRUGS

That pussy don't belong to me

It's just my turn

Don't act like somethin' wrong with me

Somethin' I learned

You really don't know me, so don't get too cozy, no

Stand far from these phonies, they Cuban Zirconis broke

You see what I'm rollin', always six-oh in locs

Was high when I wrote this, you shouldn't promote this dope

Being young is my excuse for everything

Switchin' moods every time the weather change

Summertime just a couple months away

Dodgin' raindrops till middle of May

Time to slide, girl, I know you wanna stay

Girl, you fine, but this money callin' me

Lock it down, you might be the ball and chain

Number one, only second to my gang, yeah

I made some promises (Yeah)

I'ma keep 'em, been plottin' on all kind of shit (Yeah)

Ain't no secret, my plug name anonymous (Yeah)

Got a whole lot of common, that's common sense (Yeah)

I was born like this, blame my environment (Yeah)

Play yourself out these streets, no retirement (Yeah)

Keep it solid, the only requirement (Yeah)

Took a whole lot of pain to inspire this, uh-huh

More than you'll ever know

Long nights on Gresham Road

Pick up another load

Different day, different phones

Can't let 'em do me wrong (No)

I'ma speak on the truth till they prove me wrong (No)

I don't make no excuses, I hold my own (No)

Yeah, this shit pay the rent but I'm never home, nope

I'm trippin' off these substances

I don't even know how much this is

You might not wanna fuck with this

Fuck around and fall in love with this

Being young is my excuse for everything

Mama told me, get the money, fuck the fame

Fuck used to say, "What if tomorrow never came?"

Tomorrow here, but now you gone like yesterday

Bustin' juggs in my Alexander Wang

Showin' signs, so you know what set I claim

You know my kind always go against the grain, ay (Oh)

Yeah, I'll be right here when you ready

Why you call that broke boy, "Daddy", he a dead-beat

Lil' Pakistani, I'm a nightmare on Elm Street

Do my dirty all by my lonely, only rollin' one deep

Put that on my mama

Stack the dough, let it pile up

Can't look forward to karma (Ay)

When you robbin' the robbers (Ay)

How I know if it's real?

Let me taste how it feel

Ooh, this bitch feel like a pill

Ooh, this give me the chills

I'm trippin' off these substances

I don't even know how much this is

You might not wanna fuck with this

Fuck around and fall in love with this