40s  OG
I need a magazine of ammo loaded to the brim of aquafina
Like my water like potential, tapped
Know no better, know no wetter than that
That's why I slip n slide thru yo dm's
Like I scrolled right by your new guy and ain't see em
My left hand can't tell what I do with my right
So when I rub my tum and pat my head, they don't fight

I never thought that that would come in handy
Til I had to choose between myself and my family
Blood or water
It's like sun or that rock that you prayed to when I fucked Estrella you had nothing to say
Well, to me at least
Secrets between you and the moon
Just hoping that you left some room
For the kid when that phase is thru
I'm just hoping we cool

Got 40s and OG
My new homies know me
The top ain't so lonely
But shit I'm a bottom
You peggin, I'm flexin, I ride em
You hate me, I me too
You brickin, I three two, too
You feel me, you feel me
But you can't feel
What you can't touch
Dedicated to improvement of self
Self medicated, I might take the whole shelf
Shelf life of ambition might drive me to death
Death wishes on candles but I'm outta breath

Like light the flame
But I might deny that I'm aging
My muscles are restless
Heart's with my uncles in cages
Body misses its ancestors
They shoot then arrest us
Our bodies are weapons
Least that's what they tell us

But my eyes and my ears would trade bullets for tears
In a heartbeat
Cause I'm down for you
But it ain't up to me