Lamb Talk

[Intro]
Where my Black at?
Nigga
I don't even kick it with these niggas like I used to
I'm a one-man army, and I've been that
Done tryna be cool with niggas, fuck that, they know my name
Bitch, I go by Mike

[Verse 1]
Big Double Lamb OG, can't find any peace when they waitin' on me
Momma said, "See how they really gon' be?"
I can't give 'em no tea when they already got tea
Gotta stay cool when they put you in the heat
I was hot in the sun, and now a nigga got cold
I was throwin' 4's up 'til I found out that the foes turned hoes
Guess the folks turned foes on me
The vent made 'em think I was on
Defended, they thought I went broke
So big-body Benz, bagged all of her friends, make 'em rock that 10 on the back of torso
It is what it is, I don't play pretend, when she try to get in, I'ma tell her, "No"
'Cause last time I did, she fucked my friends, but it is what it is, I can find a new ho
Fuck it, crew got left, T-B-H, I don't trust human beings with me
Everybody got beef with me
Back door, can't slime me out, thought he couldn't do a thing with me?
Doin' dirty-ass deeds to me
Blurrin' my face out the shot, the pics get cropped
Remember me just as a thought
All that I got is myself and my wealth and my health
Everybody can't eat with me

[Chorus]
Crashed out, itchin', homie
Passed out, Benji throwin'
Ass out, titties showin'
Woah, woah-woah-woah, okay
Wonderin', do different, homie
Stolen whip, they spinnin' on me
Close your lips, they dissin' on me
Woah, I don't know

[Verse 2]
This ain't for the press, so let 'em know
If it ain't that impressive, I never show
She got choices
She still gon' choose this dick
When they search for a legend, they choose my pics
Niggas go broke for a glimpse
Pocket watchin' be the same reason you ain't rich (On God)
I'd rather go broke tryna buy me some kicks
Before I go broke tryna look for a bitch (Bitch)
I spent a bankroll on my clothes
And then dinner for my hoes
Can't bring them to my shows
I'll bring them to my home
That's just the way it is, get it how you live, you don't get it, gotta go
This a six-figure whip, thirty G's on my neck, in the bank, even though I got more, bitch

[Chorus]
Crashed out, itchin', homie
Passed out, Benji throwin'
Ass out, titties showin'
Woah, woah-woah-woah, okay
Wonderin', do different, homie
Stolen whip, they spinnin' on me
Close your lips, they dissin' on me
Woah, I don't know