4 Your Own ft. Hurricane Wisdom Lyrics

I can't help myself

I gave all I had

I can't help myself

Imma keep on watching my back

Once again I'm getting too high for my own good

I'm homesick, 'bout to go drive to my old hood

My old bitch say I'm stuck up, hoe good

Left your bum ass in the past for your own good

I'm tryna smoke, she tryna fuck, baby you thinking 'bout the wrong wood

She think its hoes in my phone, I told her don't look

Paid for them toes and them clothes and them notebooks

I was on the phone with her, she thought I was sober

But I don't care ' bout it

I'l roll this whole zip here right now, get higher than everybody

I went from high, straight to the sky, hop on that redeye

we do whatever to stay alive and get them dead guys

Its enough for everybody here, I'm tryna get mine

I'm great, I don't gotta prove that I am

They ask why I ain't famous yet I move like I am

I'm too lit to care 'bout how I move on the gram

I'm cool and I'm handsome, I'm too hot to handle

Can't never be you, you broke the rules 'bout a dancer

Can't never be too safe, got a tool by the bed

She rock with me like Blueface, she two-faced off Dusse, no 2K, she a player

And my old bitch want a new slate but I'm way too high to care

Imma smoke this here new flavor, I'm too faded, I swear

I'm cool baby, they ain't made two, baby, thats why I'm rare (uh-huh)

Its too late and I know that you hate that you by yourself (oh, oh, oh)

Now you out the frame 'cause you didn't get the picture

Called me out my name when I told you that I missed you

Charged it to the game, now you mad I'm done with you

Bitch, what's up with you

Once again I'm getting too high for my own good

I'm homesick, 'bout to go drive to my old hood

My old bitch say I'm stuck up, hoe good

Left your bum ass in the past for your own good

I'm tryna smoke, she tryna fuck, baby you thinking 'bout the wrong wood

She think its hoes in my phone, I told her don't look

Paid for them toes and them clothes and them notebooks

I was on the phone with her, she thought I was sober

She thought I was

She thought I was sober, bitch, I'm at your door

I hope you think shit over, you should just thank your mom

She the one who said come over, and I know she know

I left these stains on the sofa

I'm too G

It feel like I'm Bruce Lee in it, I make a movie in it

Feel like I need two skis in it

She be like ooh he did it

Let me know its all me in it

Then I'm alright

I'll be alright, but I'm all wrong

And you turn too nice, too fucking much

I cry when I have to, you cry when you want

You try when you want to, I take lots of drugs

You keep holding out, thats why I can't open up

See my bank account, whenever I go broke

That shit there make me nauseous, go ghost and I won't post and I won't tell you nothing

I'm usually on the road you know I'm always hustling, but I'm never bluffing