Tinted

I make my own shirts
I brew my own drinks
No
I don’t got no money for you
Bitch what did u think
I’m looking out my tints
Yup No I ain’t tryna link
Yet U hit me on the internet
In person you a lick
Can't none pacify me yet
I got stairs I gotta climb
I ain’t looking down on no one
But I’m never wasting time
I’m a wire I’m alive
I admire how they strive
But I’d be a liar if I said they were living right like

Watch this finna go drop quick
Like an obnoxious
When I go drop kick
It’s full of da onyx
Right In my chest yes
Right at your necklace
No light in my heart next
Questions they just so unanswerable
Yet I’m adjacent to gold
How i maneuver my growth
They Woulda thought I had roots
If they ain’t see me in snow
See em flee in my scope
I had expected I know
That no one would ever come back if I decided this road and so I did

Slide clean with the ziplock it’s
Yung rain with the drip drop
Peaking out the back window tryna ditch cops
One eye on the road like it’s cyclops
I stop? Think not
Pedal on the floor like it’s on lock
Better gettin more cause I might drop
Tomorrow like my thoughts
Like eye sock ets when my sight pops
Toward yours In the night moppin
Mawfuckers n I’m off