Lines in the Sand

Why these niggas make me draw lines in the sand

When they already had the damn stick in their hand

You ain't making plans if you still run from your past

So I stand on mine like it's the greenest of grass

Some niggas doing numbers and some doing the dash

Some niggas in their bags some just dig in the trash

I see some new clowns they been It like it's tag

If you ain't catch that I'm really sick with no mask

She don't care to post she say hold me close

And she love my jokes I choke around her throat

She catch my attention when she screaming my name Colt