Xena

I should buy me a goat when I go out to Africa
Show all these fuck niggas who really got it
They run with ya shit and forget where they got it
Might drop a crib on a whip 'cause I’m 'bout it
We low to the ground we can hear all you hobbits
I favor the seasons I don't care for no tropics
Take all my treasure out the safety deposit

Ain’t nobody dead but these ones in my pocket
Act like I'm dead 'cause I don't wanna be bothered
My niggas need love 'cause that other shit toxic
"Nigga stop it"
Guns or the bottles man which one you poppin?

Guns or the bottles, which one you poppin'?
Richard or Rollie, which one you watchin?
Spot me a freak who dancin' for profit
Tatted obnoxious, like what I'm watchin
Might be a demon, I’ma keep rockin’

Feeling my heart shift, feeling more hardships
Feeling more heartless, feeling more darkness
Still in this apartment you can hear barking
Still with the gauntlet nigga don't start shit
Niggas don’t sing 'round here, just pop shit
Fuck around sing about it and make a new pop hit

Running with the mischief, running with extensions
Running from the grim shit, running from the trenches
Running out of hit sticks niggas gon' pick shit
Running from the henchmen you ain't finna kill shit
Runnin’ for redemption trying to get dibs in
Running for my backend like I need fitness

Like I'm tryna run across the state, like I'm tryna cop a gun today You can smell the worry on my face, you can feel me blocking everything
Practice magic 32 safety, I don't even practice safe sex
Practice my religion on the daily, every time I see a paycheck

They told me I'd be happy with success, I ain't even happy tryna chase it
They told me not to let the devil in, probably know some shit that he can tell me
Probably know some shit that he can help with
Probably heard the preacher one too many
Probably heard the world was always ending
I'll probably try to run it in my Asics

I should buy me a goat when I go out to Africa
Show all these fuck niggas who really got it
They run with ya shit and forget where they got it
Might drop a crib on a whip 'cause I'm 'bout it
We low to the ground we can hear all you hobbits
I favor the seasons I don't care for no tropics
Take all my treasure out the safety deposit