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