I GOD IT ON ME

I got a lot on my mental

I never switch, except when I'm playing Nintendo

Life isn't easy, but it could be so simple

I follow the signals

I'm finna love this tat, I could tell by the stencil

I cannot remember the last, time I wrote bars with a pencil, wondering if it's an issue

Might need a tissue if I told you the trouble that I got into

Might need a pistol when I strike it rich and all my niggas get rich too

Preventing the mildew, always keeping it cool when I'm stuck in a pickle

You know that I'm witchu, and whenever I'm not, just know that I miss you

Hot like a missile