in my head Lyrics

I'm pourin' up drank, need to slow down

Think I know why he won't bring his hoe 'round

Tell me why he runnin' back, don't want none of that

Try to run up, and got blowed down

Sometimes I can't see when I'm off of these drugs

Somebody come give me the lowdown

And all you see was that flash

That glizzy red beam and then hear the pole sound

Sometimes I be up in my head its drivin' me crazy

I'm thinkin' I think too much

Right hand for the drank, left for the cup

I dive in the pink too much

And if it's a problem, I call up my boy

And he pull up and clean the bitch up

I don't play no games, I'm off of these drugs

My life in my hands, when I look in my cup

Too much of these shrooms, my vision be 2020

But for 24, seein' it clear

I been talkin' to God for a minute now

He been whisperin' up my ear

Open my eyes to the fake and the real

And the people that switch, but I really don't care

And I think it's funny that you come to me

But when I was down out, there was nobody there

Know that people switch up, but I really don't care

Bitch, you know I stay blowin' that pack in the air

And my brother keep thunder on him like a rainstorm

He gon' wet the bitch up anywhere

And no, I don't play by the rules

The motion I'm havin' my brother, I know it ain't fair

Twelve hundred for the jeans, I paid it in cash

I ripped 'em and bought a new pair

I'm tryna go see what's up

I'm tryna go see the word

Shawty said she never been places

I can show her the whole fuckin' world

My pockets too deep, I got an addiction

To poppin' tags, buyin' diamonds and pearls

Bitch, I never sleep, my vv's, they flash

They dancin' around know they twinkle and twirl

They ask me if I'm gonna make it

Well, it's only one plan in this bitch

They sayin' they got me, so tell me why It feel like

I'm the only one that's plannin' this shit

Tryna pick off my plate

No, I can't get with it

Cause you can't even get a hand in this bitch

Why they ain't tell me we got a fan in this shit

And my brother, he brought the FN in this bitch

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm tryna go roll a backwood

Man I'm tryna go to the sky, yeah

Bitch said that she wanna get higher

Tryna go talk to God

I wake up, put it on, bitch, I'm tryna get flyer

Boy you somethin' you not, yeah

And it is what it is

I can't be mad at the brokes and the lames

And the people that hate cause they live how they live

I remember when you wasn't around

Now you tryna get all up in the biz

Feel like I been missing, but then I got found

Now all these people, they tryna call me twiz

Bitch I got up, remember I was down

Ain't doin' handouts, I ain't takin' what's his

I'm on some whole different shit

I'm on a whole nother level

Bitch bad in the 2 seat

When I take off, watch me push the pedal

Big chrome, bro got iron on him

If you make him mad, then you meatin' metal

Bro got smoke for you if you want some

Drop 'em in a pot, put 'em in a kettle

I'm pourin' up drank, need to slow down

Thinnk I know why he won't bring his hoe 'round

Tell me why he runnin' back, don't want none of that

Try to run up, and got blowed down

Sometimes I can't see when I'm off these drugs

Somebody come give me the lowdown

And all you see was that flash

That glizzy red beam and then hear the pole sound