GRAVITY

You can’t grasp the gravity of my words
If you never felt the things you heard
Pain is a cycle that always returns
Gripping my throat til it burns
Climatic instability
One minute dry and hot
Another moment I might freeze
It’s 2:30 , hear the birds sing
While I’m sippin on some chamomile tea
Rolling trees
Four girls keep on calling me, what a fucking life I lead
Y’all stay going around the loop like a fuckn racetrack
Sippin on Ace, no cap, I fucked ya hoe and told her don’t call me back
All I gotta do is smile to make these bitches wanna smash
On her back I plop my ash, cuz the hoe a fuckn slag

I got a pocketful of cash while you ask:
“Paper or plastic bag?” (Aye, Aye)
I got a pocketful of cash while you ask:
“Paper or plastic bag?” Bitch! (Aye, Aye)