Mixed Emotions

I spend a rack, I send it back, I'm out here on my saving

For the streets, I let her go and she slay em'

Want me on that blessing, but I ain't never wanna save him

In the streets, I'm a demon, grandma want me on my angel

Got exquisite taste, if you want it, then I gotta have it

You ain't tapped in, brodie shootin', it's an automatic

On the road doin' numbers, bro, I'm feelin' mathematic

She out trickin', always feelin' like she acrobatic

Never fold on nobody, brodie make you feel one

Bro ain't caught one, body, had to put the steel on