Back Trippin

You niggas know what time it is, bitch
Jackin' season, bitch, I'm starvin'
Somebody comin' off somethin' tonight

Yeah, locs on to hide my blood shot
Red eyes lookin' like two blood clots, (I'm gone)
I'm high, bitch, on all kinds of shit (yeah)
Drank, dro and water sticks
I'm high as high can get, shit
For the rob me a bitch

Prayin' don't help, feel like I'm talkin' to myself
And I ain't feelin' that shit (uh uh)
Holidays comin'
I ain't got nothin' on my stomach at all
Ain't no Christmas tree, ain't no gifts
Ain't no Santa Claus, no elves (no elves)
But the Grinch up in this bitch

Posted in the bricks in that all black trench
And got my pistol on me, no sins (no sins)
Sherm got me numb, I can't feel shit (no)
Only thing on my mind is dream (dream)
And everybody around me lookin' like a lick
Hoes and niggas, jackers can't be picky

Ya purse or ya wallet, c'mon wit' it (c'mon bitch)
Babies at home smellin' shitty
Baby mama blowin' up my phone (damn)
Gimmie a minute, bitch (bitch)
Like I told you, I'm comin' (I'm coming)
With some money
They comin' off somethin' tonight (eh)

Hoe-ass laws keep passin' through
They don't give a damn
What we goin' through (fuck you hoes)
They just want me back up in that pen again
And I don't give a damn 'cause just like them
So test me, you gon' have to catch me
It's gon' take more than two to arrest me

Real shit, I'm always resistin' (resisting)
Fuck you laws, I'm runnin'
Bitch, I might dump
Two-time convict headed for that three
Nah, nah, bitch, it's either rich or death for me

But for now, I settle for a couple of things
Pay my bills up
Get the kids somethin' to eat (I ain't greedy)
These boys out here ballin'
Comin' down (coming down)
Sittin' on birds, shouldn't hurt to lose 'em now (nigga)

I ain't tryin' to hurt nobody, Lord knows
Just gimmie what I want, bitch
And you can go (you can go)
Come off them fo's, you can have your clothes
Everything else mine, nigga, close my door

(Like Kane) I'm gettin' "Menace II Society on"
Act like Kane cousin and get your face blown
Too nard to deal with that flinchin'
You better be still, bitch
And pay attention (be still, bitch)

Truth is, a nigga God-fearing
And I know
He don't like the way I treat His children (sorry Lord)
I know He can't stand the way that I been treated
He know I wouldn't be doin' this if I ain't need it

Question is, do He accept my reason? (Accept my reason)
We'll find out later but for now we eatin' (yeah)
Yeah, baby daddy on the way (I'm coming bitch)
Fix your face, I told you we gon' be straight