THINK I'M TWISTED. ft. G L E V

I was trippin' bout my future back when I was a jit,

All my homies chillin at the spot and rollin' a spliff,

They the same ones ask what I could do for 'em,

I was heating up but the people from the crib was stayin' lukewarm

Momma told me watch out for the snakes,

And the people that would never hold the gun but they expected you to shoot for em,

Only feel rejected by the fakes, and the people who done seen me doin well and started screaming like a newborn

It's so many things I wanna get off my chest,

Bout how I'm happy on the gram but on the real I feel stressed, or possessed,

Sometimes I wonder if I'm cursed or I'mm blessed

But they gon' tell me ain't no pressure boy just give it your best

I guess it's all cool