[Intro]
Ya'll do too much
I don't fuck with forever
[Verse 1: Illmac]
I used to care what they think, I let it limit my vision
Now all I got is blunt ashes for these critics' opinions
I'm in deep now, I'm swimming in this liquor and women
Still love my ex, could've made it under different conditions
But now I'm so far gone that I'm probably never coming back
Yea, feeling unattached
Cutting ties 'fore I cut 'em slack
Cut the fat, move a hundred packs
Focused on a milli
I'm the one plus five O's behind me, that's a hundred racks
You've gotta feel me
Backwoods by the dozen, pouring liquor by the gallon
Taking acid off an addy
Might be tripping, but I'm balanced
Right, her nose is snowy as a mountainside
My cup is muddy waters, this blunt is cloudy skies
My heart is frozen solid, I hung it out to dry
My brain's on autopilot, explains how I'm this fly
I'm only here 'cause I want you
But what's the point in talking, only hearing what you want to?
I hit from deep, call it [?] Curry
But before she get the finger role, [?] Worthy
Nah-nah, I ain't a player mama, don't get the jersey dirty
Money, everything, only the first concern me
That ain't nothing new, I don't fuck with you
But you'd be comfortable if you was on your hustle too
This ain't nothing new
Nah, that ain't nothing new
I've been on one and some baby, where the fuck were you?
Ya'll do too much
I don't fuck with forever
[Verse 1: Illmac]
I used to care what they think, I let it limit my vision
Now all I got is blunt ashes for these critics' opinions
I'm in deep now, I'm swimming in this liquor and women
Still love my ex, could've made it under different conditions
But now I'm so far gone that I'm probably never coming back
Yea, feeling unattached
Cutting ties 'fore I cut 'em slack
Cut the fat, move a hundred packs
Focused on a milli
I'm the one plus five O's behind me, that's a hundred racks
You've gotta feel me
Backwoods by the dozen, pouring liquor by the gallon
Taking acid off an addy
Might be tripping, but I'm balanced
Right, her nose is snowy as a mountainside
My cup is muddy waters, this blunt is cloudy skies
My heart is frozen solid, I hung it out to dry
My brain's on autopilot, explains how I'm this fly
I'm only here 'cause I want you
But what's the point in talking, only hearing what you want to?
I hit from deep, call it [?] Curry
But before she get the finger role, [?] Worthy
Nah-nah, I ain't a player mama, don't get the jersey dirty
Money, everything, only the first concern me
That ain't nothing new, I don't fuck with you
But you'd be comfortable if you was on your hustle too
This ain't nothing new
Nah, that ain't nothing new
I've been on one and some baby, where the fuck were you?
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