Morning, afternoon, evening Next in sequence, WSTRN season Started from the bottom, still on ends with demons Where you can solve a puzzle with them pieces Better hide the broomstick, feds doing sweeps Bitches shallow when you swimming in the deep Best believe it Beast and if I hit the belly then my niggas eating Still give thanks, that’s why I inked it, see We could all switch within a blink The ice on water cause the drinks fire back And at times react without thinking that’s facts That’s why my nigga act burdened on the wing Ain’t no chicken, if we lickin, we desire finer things Take it higher like Mariah when she sing Higher like the Rasta when him deh pon on higher bingie Finger in the thingy, if a pussy try a ting In the evening or the afternoon Have them people mourning I can’t hear these rap niggas cah they boring No phony, in my music was recording Halfway crazy but I’m mourning Can’t turn back now, it’s straightforward It was written and envisioned and enforced Still I feel the force-ish, bigger than me and you That’s why I read auras We was playing peek-a-boo when we hopped in them Porsches Round here, had them Rari’s and them Lambos roaring Funny how the money make you feel like you’re im- (You’re im-, you’re im-)
Run it back Driving man and Haile to pick him up, I’m coming back Paranoid so I got my nigga lying on the backseat Looking like I’m one up when we cutting through the backstreet Madting, everyday I pray that I can make it home safe Steal the case so I can kiss my two baby boys’ face and my lady Only thing that could ever change me is bloodline Tryna take it back to the mainstream You know me and my niggas we got the same dream You know I got my soldiers, you know the Range in One time for my bruddas that’s love We on the West side and we throwin’ up dubs We ain’t never shown the other side love