Still Thirsty

I get lost sometimes

This shit turned me to a different dude

And most the time I don't be in the mood

And niggas know how liquor do, it got me hitting girls I barely know like "what you finna do?" (thirst)

I'm a different dude

This humble talk got me a bit confused

Let me stop flexing in my interviews and say ya'll big ass toons

I kinda look at them like interludes, oh man

This shit turned me to a different dude

And most the time I don't be in the mood

We went from tears at the bottom 'til we almost top tier

My biggest fear is I don't finish through

I said "oh man, shit"

I'm a different dude

And ya'll done finally caught me in the mood

Like how the fuck we made a killing in the land of the dead

On my mama I'm the living proof

And shit it ain't no good day if I don't think I'm getting better

I can't say I feel complete if you don't recognize my efforts

Was sleeping on the floor, we turned them covers into beds

We was trying to get ahead, they trying to leave shit severed

Several seats to them niggas, man I'm still standing

Well, well

Well, well, well

No several seats for Sharese and she say she can't stand me

That' too bad, you know we never had that family in real life

Cause this shit turned me to a different dude

And most the time I don't be in the mood

It's different women that I'm hitting too

As soon as I finish, hit Jaymeesha like I'm missing you

Damn, see I'm a different dude

And ya'll done finally caught me in the mood

Now when I talk about the boppin' and the fucking dick hopping know I'm talking 'bout you niggas too

All bad, with the shame, with the wrist game

How can I not be offensive when I switch lanes

Everybody think they winning in the vendor

How that nigga get shift ain't shit change

Please forgive me for the calls that I missed

I blame the stew like I can't talk for a bit

And yeah my mama know I love her, but sometimes I get mad like why the fuck we have to struggle?

Why the fuck we wasn't rich?

Please forgive me for the calls that I missed

I blame the stew like I can't talk for a bit

And yeah my mama know I love her, but sometimes I get mad like why the fuck we have to struggle?

Why the fuck we wasn't rich?

And then I sit and think how we went from

House to house, she gave us Heaven with no income

I grab a plant with all thorns if you tell me why I had to see my daddy leave

And really what it stem from

And now I see what trickled down from his actions

Cause I see signs that my son lacking passion

Yeah we could pass up our life, but we can't pass up our manners

Can pass up our wife, but can't pass up these branches

All bad, all you niggas got me cracking up

I heard some shit like I don't rap enough

Or, shit, that I don't want it bad enough and then I heard 'em say like nigga you don't have our back enough

Fuck

Well I've been stacking up

Nah, really that ain't accurate cause I just spent my whole damn advance in the pass couple months just to condensate for time we ain't have enough

Wooh