Get It In

Drinkin' at night, niggas know I be sleepin' in Please don't check back, it's seepin' in

Dispense on my mag, I squeeze the gig I rip up the past with a verse

I don't wanna speak to the skirt These bitches be bad, I'm Peter Pan

I float on the earth with no piece of dust and I spit on my bands on weed again

Smoke to the tip, burn figure now I like how I feel, all I feed is in

Feet smokin' on heaven, but peepin' on hell Because I like how they get it in

I'm playin' no prank on the devil I swear to God, I know I was rushed for me

This blunt is a ritual, baby, I swear to y'all I packed it with evidence

Drinkin' at night, niggas know I be sleepin' in

Be dreamin' about shit, I ain't seen it till And PTSD, but she think it is