[Intro: Isaiah Rashad]
Yeah, yeah, ah
[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
Cut my hair and bump my head and fell off top
And run on sins and front on friends
If we don't win, then pay your tithes and mend your fence
And we alright, the Kaio Kens and big old rims
And LA hoes, if that ain't wrong
If I ain't gone, I ain't home, I ain't them, I ain't them
No more ends and no more trends and photo tint and photo lens
Notice this, pour this shit, bonafide, woe is me, bowl of grits
Naked pimp, beamin' up, clean as fuck
Other side chill for niggas, makin' life look clear for niggas
Hill for niggas, tip-top cliff a nigga, this the vision
Side to side, some gifted niggas
If we honest, you gon' miss a nigga, twisted with 'em, this the isms
See, your bitch might kiss a nigga, which nigga? Get specific
Big-ass pot, wrist is glistened
Your list is shit and your infant isn't
This cost some titties and scar your face
The wrong of wrongs has caught a case
Or if niggas been MOB like Carter say
From far away, all my niggas like, "Calm down"
Lovin' life above a reason, just can't find it like a dozen people
Catch that vibe at night, and Bobby, Whitney
Get too tired to write and died in prison
Felt like Rob tonight
Lost my God tonight, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ah
[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
Cut my hair and bump my head and fell off top
And run on sins and front on friends
If we don't win, then pay your tithes and mend your fence
And we alright, the Kaio Kens and big old rims
And LA hoes, if that ain't wrong
If I ain't gone, I ain't home, I ain't them, I ain't them
No more ends and no more trends and photo tint and photo lens
Notice this, pour this shit, bonafide, woe is me, bowl of grits
Naked pimp, beamin' up, clean as fuck
Other side chill for niggas, makin' life look clear for niggas
Hill for niggas, tip-top cliff a nigga, this the vision
Side to side, some gifted niggas
If we honest, you gon' miss a nigga, twisted with 'em, this the isms
See, your bitch might kiss a nigga, which nigga? Get specific
Big-ass pot, wrist is glistened
Your list is shit and your infant isn't
This cost some titties and scar your face
The wrong of wrongs has caught a case
Or if niggas been MOB like Carter say
From far away, all my niggas like, "Calm down"
Lovin' life above a reason, just can't find it like a dozen people
Catch that vibe at night, and Bobby, Whitney
Get too tired to write and died in prison
Felt like Rob tonight
Lost my God tonight, yeah
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