Weapons (feat. Jaywall)

Sometimes it's OK to not know what you wanna do Mother nature has mixed emotions all the time Say I was writing this song on a sunny day when it just started to rain And that showed me that some days it rains and shines at the same time It's almost kind of beautiful World cruler than Cruella De Vil Niggas just as dumb as Kronk I be Kuzko to these niggas All that drama for a llama Sippin syrup out of the bottle Dozing off Head nodding Cause I'm running from this pain I been moving full throttle like All the real niggas gone Got me feeling like I'm next I know the good die young and the wicked never rest That's probably why I'm up all night I be stressed I be praying to allah to put my heart back in my chest I could blow right through a O I'm a smoker nigga Always stood on all 10 Never Fold nigga I done been through more shit than some these older niggas He loves my ex cause I taught her how to throat a nigga Sometimes I wonder why she did me like that Lord knows I was broke But now running up these racks (yeah) Thank God that she did me like that Cause now my pockets getting fat I don't know how to act yeah I wish my dawg was still round so she could see this shit I would of been told Jalah to go beat the bitch And for that lame ass nigga ain't no beefing bitch You raised a coward i dont even wanna speak on jit Imma tell her what it is Imma tell her what it ain't If she open up that lane I'm going hard in that paint I be swimming in that ocean No oxygen tank She a grown ass woman boy dat pussy never stank We came up out that hood it was motivating And every time they speak on me they say Im cultivating I put my all into this shit they say i cant restrain him Like god damn Several months ago we did the most to get a band We was stealing clothes so we could post it on the gram Now they see me selling shows They see me posted with my ham The lamb truck got it feeling like a xan Swerving through this traffic with this purple in my hand And everyday I'm high its getting hard for me to land And i can feel the hate thats why its hard to see the plan So dont you see I'm rapping cause i do it for my fam Opps spin a block Leave a nigga How he make me do it with my fist Seen em running in streets We got them cutters in the van And every time I'm in a foreign i pray this life will never end Now I'm getting to this money out my nigga in a Benz Dont talk to me about relations ion even need a friend Cuz when it rains yeah You dont see nobody til you get some fame yeah Til' i got lil older Fade off emotion Pray to god he make me sober You could catch me in the garden I be running w them cobras My ppl keep on asking me I do it for the culture And i know ppl after me In sight I'm losing focus Now she begging for attention like a nigga never noticed, yeah But maybe you cant handle this you know i got a cold heart You said you always knew i was a star I wish that i could go back in time And rearrange what we had So i dont have to be alone up in this car But its okay though Running with my feelings got me turning to these dracos Money on the ceiling Now we spinning in that wraith hoe Everybody talking out they ass But ninety-nine percent of people dont do what it takes, so (Jaywall)