I Think I Got It Bro

Like it or not bitch I be killin the game

Fuck with me I'll go insane

I'm like a plane

Take off I'm lifted I'm flyin

I am the one to blame

Stay out my place

Can't tell what's real and what's fake

Maybe its right or its fake

I make the plays

Quaterback trick and I pass it your way

Now bitch make the play

Murder this, murder that all in the sky

I don't go out I sit home and get high

Still on my feet mothafuck the police

I'm doing me while I'm over the sea

Never gon fall and I'm never gon stumble

My thoughts be so heavy like pounds in a bundle

You niggas be hatin but keepin it under

Pull up to your place and I'm takin you under

Two hundred grams

I got two hundred grams

I got too many grams

I won't ever stop

Headbang when the bass drop

Dreads got me lookin like Scar

Extract a nigga like he on WinRAR

Ya'll are the keys I'm the damn spacebar

And I'm gettin high while you at seminars

Bitch I'm on Mars

Blazin at the stars

Tryna get a mothafuckin ticket on this card

Now look where we are

Don't notice my pain

Really just keepin it sane

Living my life in my lane

And if I changed hope you do too

And accept my new ways

Used to fish in a lake

Now I'm just ordering nun but gourmet

Nigga look how I played it

You feel like I'm breakin the pavement

Tourin the world without a damn agent

Walking around, the wind is my fragrence

Nigga, look how we made

Niggas thinkin we made it

Like it or not bitch I be killin the game

Fuck with me I'll go insane

I'm like a plane

Take off I'm lifted I'm flyin

I am the one to blame

Stay out my place

Can't tell what's real and what's fake

Maybe its right or its fake

I make the plays

Quaterback trick and I pass it your way

Now bitch make the play