Parking Spot

I'm too numb For emphasis, huh Yeah Okay One shot, two shot, vodka Red Bull got me drunk bitch Regretful choices expected my head full of that dumb shit Runnin' for the exit if you're dumb enough to front it Hit the cup wit' all my cousins, cause the drugs up, no discussion (we out) You expected me to be yo' mans, wasn't you? I've got some shit that I'm going through All of my issues seem fun to you (deny) I was depressed when it wasn't cool And fuck it, I still am (yup) Clip full of that lucid, but lately that shit gon' jam (sheesh) And you and ya man got green, but if you speak we leave you both red Talking back to me will get you dangled over low-ledge My necklace chokes on figure-fo', my diamonds dance on broke legs Posted in this rover with a 4-5 and an old head 44 blicky wit' me, please call me Dirk Nowitzki I've got top guns, I'm a Maverick Speaking truths from areas where niggas do not have shit I'ma play my own music up in the whip before I crash it, this is road rage Petrol-scented cocaine Chrome-plated the rove-range Driving like I'm stone-faced, hit my plug up on the post-haste Go hotbox a hut, my mental state is in the stone age I'ma beat the brakes up off a beat and cause another cold case We just a group of niggas who been smokin' in the parking lot I apologize if we've been smokin' in your parking spot Bitch I like to fight, I'm known to bite, I never bark a lot I thought you knew that real G's move in silence Out here in the islands, for like How many days? Me and all my niggas we've been tryna catch a wave We just all tryna get paid, I know it's selfish I can't really help it, I've been working like a slave Fuck I need a face tat I know that my niggas really hate it when I say that But if I fuckin' get it, cop a deal and then a Maybach I got too drunk to drive and then I couldn't find the way back Ig'nant little nigglet, I was sprinting through prescriptions Left my babysitter missing, bitches slippin', slick to cut 'em off Something slight, something raw I stumbled out the liquor store I'm looking for my bong so I could craft a couple of songs I thought you liked 'em? Old friends, I might just fight 'em But my emotions a lighter, and bitches ran through the Bic I'm always quiet as shit My mental state on the fritz Don't know who you are, hope it's good, but I know you isn't it Mind on the razor, hand on the bricks I find me the time to take trips I flip me a zip of the gas for gas to make movements Groovy nigga lookin' lucid inside of some Gucci Bet you wouldn't know that he been through it If you knew it, you ignored it Maybe you should've helped I was too loose for my boot-straps, so I pulled them up myself Got a crib, accrued some wealth Or whatever the fuck Jay-Z said A nigga need some millions Fuck I look like paying for one of your beats if I'ma kill it You niggas need to try harder, yo' difficulty on easy I was balling Hall of Fame before A&R's could come see me I'm too accustomed to bullshit My mind has been loading full clips I'm posted in front of class, ready to confront all the cool kids We is just a group of niggas who been smokin' in the parking lot I apologize if we've been smokin' in your parking spot Bitch I like to fight, I'm known to bite, I never bark a lot I thought you knew that real G's move in silence Out here in the islands, for like How many days? Me and all my niggas we've been tryna catch a wave We just all tryna get paid (fuck), I know it's selfish I can't really help it, I've been working like a slave Yeah, fuck it, it is what it is We just gon' live how we live These bitches do what they do They still can't come to the crib I don't know I need a face-tat