Gut
(专辑: From Seed To Sale - 2022)
It's a
cold game You know that feeling when you lose a
box? And it's feeling like time stopped And you sitting there plotting with no other options You know I'm re-copping You know that feeling when you lose a
box? And it's feeling like time stopped And you sitting there plotting with no other options You know I'm re-copping You know the
feeling when it don't show up? And your phones blow up, bank accounts froze up When you feel like you're hot and you clean out your spot I
don't think we should talk, but I
need to re-cop I
wonder, what did they hear? Are they coming for me? Did they get a
fingerprint? 'Cause I
wiped that bitch clean My mind spinning, ashtray full in my Maybach Did the
homie lie? If he did, I
want payback Plotting on ways to bounce back and be lowkey Tryna push these greenhouse chems and some OG 2010, the
Feds tried me three times At the
airport pulling me out of the
line Counting my cash and running through my bags Ask me questions, I
knew it's all bad You know that feeling when you wake up trippin'? I
wonder if they caught me slipping You know that feeling when you lose a
box? And it's feeling like time stopped And you sitting there plotting with no other options You know I'm re-copping You know that feeling when you lose a
box? And it's feeling like time stopped And you sitting there plotting with no other options You know I'm re-copping I
wonder, who do I
blame? Don't put smut on my name 'Cause this number will change, that's just part of the
game You can't reach me at all, heard you can't find a
line I
wonder how you are, I
ask all the
time See, the
thing about losing a
box, you never know If the
Feds intercept it or the
package was stole It'll fuck with your soul and close circles for sure Getting head and some weed is my cure Should I
drive 'em or have 'em fly 'em? Where the
carry-on luggage? It's worth trying Fuck the
mailman and all of them dogs, I
want my work back I
miss 2012, bring the
Perc' back I'm filling up the
U-Haul truck 'Cause the
18-wheeler been in Utah, stuck I'm sick of the
road and the
air been burnt When you lose work, that shit hurt You know that feeling when you lose a
box? And it's feeling like time stopped And you sitting there plotting with no other options You know I'm re-copping You know that feeling when you lose a
box? And it's feeling like time stopped And you sitting there plotting with no other options You know I'm re-copping You know the
feeling, the
gut feeling You know the
feeling, the
gut feeling You know the
feeling, the
gut feeling If it make it, then we touch millions You know the
feeling, the
gut feeling You know the
feeling, the
gut feeling You know the
feeling, the
gut feeling If it make it, then we touch millions