Pick Yo’ Poison

VERSE:

I was gone go at her neck

Til she spoke now I'm like uh oh

I like girls from the hood

Maybe cuz my mama cut throat

I know that where she from

Ain't worth more than who she love

My patnas found they wife in church

Ima find her in the club

Hold on. Hold on. Hold on

Hold on

'fore you get to judging me

Let me complete my last sentence

These bars don't you give you custody

Ima free man

I freelance

Off freelance

Be tweakin

On weekends

But you don't even know me

What up?

HOOK:

You dont even know me what up?

You dont even know me what up?

You dont even know me what up?

You dont even know me what up?

VERSE:

I'm ridin in the car

While my homie smokin uh oh

I love the smell of weed

Even tho I never sm-oke

I know that how it smell

Very well just might offend

...offend

"I still dont smoke but i smell like my friends" - Saba

Hold on. Hold on. Hold on

Hold on

'fore you get to judging me

Let me complete my last sentence

These bars don't you give you custody

Ima free man

I freelance

Off freelance

Be tweakin

On weekends

But you don't even know me

What up?

VERSE:

It's some people in this world that

See a man and be like uh-oh

Or girl

But they don't know

That Girl

They just

Grab stones and hurl

So I wrote this write here

So that we could be clear

You can't tell a fruit is bad unless you

Touch or come near

See it's the same with me

You see Im cool with all the gangstas

You think Ima g

I love my family

So where they be ats

Where Ima be

And commonly

Round some ganja leaf

And hood girls with no Theology