Syracuse

I was in Syracuse I had a drink over talkin’

And I was, I was just tryna make music all for you, for someone who would love it

And I was smokin’ on my cigarettes just thinkin’ of you, all in color

Ya, I’m tryna find that right thing to say to you, I made a song, hope you love it

I heard a beat and my soul’s stuck, fuckin’ jumpin’

I grabbed a drink from off the bed and shoot, but it wasn’t nothin’

I told the boy to watch him out, don’t say shit when in trouble

It sad to think you hate on me when others love it

Man can’t go without another puppet

I’m shootin’ at these bitches, no more bullets lovers

Just try to settle when you can, you wanna get money

I wanna fuck with you, but I can’t fuck with no one

Today we in the fastlane, we not pullin’ over

I pretend to warn my head, I feel like a military soldier

I walk up on ‘em, hit ‘em, with that fuckin’ drink, now that’s a fuckin’ close up

I put a hole up in that bitch’s cheek, that bitch is like a fuckin’ doughnut

Ay, you want money, I want money, well let’s get on some

That eyes are not smoke n***a I’m King Kong

Hey n***a what’s your approach, can I think wrong

N***a what’s your approach, bitch can I blink wrong

I’m movin’ coke into my things so