M.I.T.M

I be feeling like Man fuck these n Go get you a bag Don't listen to no one Come walk in your slippers No you ain't gotta' pass When you roll that spliff You don't owe nobody If yo' family straight N I ain't really tripping That's how I be talking In some conversations With the man in the mirror Real n to the coffin How my mama raised us We don't know no different Bunch of bad ass n We was tryna' make it Always thought bigger And the fast money cool But you learn how to pace it Shit stick to the ceiling Had to ask myself Want this shit 'till you 80? Or for 15 minutes? So season to season Just stay on yo' pivot Cause getting it, easy But keeping it, tricky You wanna' be something? Quit with the wishing I raised my feet up From keeping consistent Know that n sweet cause he seeking a gimmy Make it look easy It's opposite really My phone been on DND Locked in, I'm scheming This CREAM it keep piling It's all I can dream about Shawty quit talking, I'm tryna' get me some mouth 4s up, N we the south When I roll up Got the speakers loud When I hop out, leave the engine running In and out, Backwood reefer puffing Hit the town Tryna' get some breesh or something Watch close, N I'll teach you something We ain't really had no OGs or nothing From a city where a lot of n don't seem to bubble Same plays wasn't working, had to leave the huddle Going hard 'till my people never need for nothing Couple tricks up my sleeve so we keep it coming Man fuck these n Go get you a bag Don't listen to no one Come walk in your slippers No you ain't gotta' pass When you roll that spliff You don't owe nobody If yo' family straight N I ain't really tripping That's how I be talking In some conversations With the man in the mirror Like fuck these n Like fuck these bitches Like fuck these n