With some plaster on my gun
I don't feel right
I can only feel the ways
That you flip right
I ain't really trynna talk
No, I can't talk now
No, I can't talk now
Flip around all the coins
That you bust with
I ain't really trynna be around your homies
All your homies seem like they really corny
Like why'd you go
I can't flow
Out my energy flow
She don't really f*ck with bro
With the Zo'
I can't really hit like a Pro
Oh
Okay, like Oh
I got it slow
I got it slow
Oh
Okay, like Oh
I got it slow
I got it slow
Pistol in the face, but I can't go
Got these dreams & got these goals
That I can't throw
All the foes, that be just watching me
They let go
I don't really wanna know
What they all know
Certain type of people
You just can't love
And the ones that love you back
You can't think of
All just f*cked up
In the own world's plug
Everyday is like a must
That you get lost
(Yeah)
Oh
Okay, like Oh
I got it slow
I got it slow
Oh
Okay, like Oh
I got it slow
I got it slow