| Stargazing |
| Quiet even though my heart’s racing |
| South Beach, right around Art Basel |
| Wonder when things gon' start changing |
| I need Obama back |
| I feel like I need a trauma pack |
| For my psyche I might need a hollow tip |
| Shorty calling, I might need to call her back |
| I see all of y’all asking the same thing |
| What is life for a nigga like me? |
| Everybody wanna be the friend that I want |
| But don’t nobody wanna be the friend that I need |
| Everybody tryna see end of my peace |
| But ain’t nobody tryna see the end of my piece |
| Maybe fake shit was the lesson I need |
| Maybe tryna face shit was a better idea (Maybe not) |
| But I don’t know |
| Whole world made a nigga monotone |
| Then wanna judge me off the cover of my novel so |
| I just deal with it |
| Next week I might feel different |
| Talk shit, might be real friction |
| Been that way for a lil' minute, so |
| What I’ma do? |
| Blood on my shoes |
| Blood on my blood |
| Blood in the booth |
| Blood in my cup |
| Blood in my roots |
| Blood in my love |
| Blood in my fruit |
| Too much of anything is dangerous |
| Two cups of Henny please the pain with us |
| New Chucks can never ease the pain, brother |
| New love don’t ever feel the same, does it? Damn |
| I don’t fuck with a lot of people I grew up with |
| I was on the grind, they was on some dumb shit |
| I was on the dime, they was on some dub shit |
| I don’t wanna rhyme when I’m off the substance |
| I just wanna find something I can fuck with |
| I just want a sign that I’m not up out my mind |
| 'Cause I’m all about my grind, I can’t watch the sunset |
| People tryna sleep on me, it feel like |
| I’m living in prison in real life |
| I think about ending it, still might |
| A little percent of me see the bitch in your energy |
| And a little percent of me feel like |
| There ain’t no karma |
| So why I’m so amazed when it ain’t no honor |
| Code but I feel the same, boy, I ain’t no father |
| Sun down |
| (You already know what the fuck goin' on) |
| Sun down |
| (It's no threat, bitch) |
| Sun down |
| (Ain't no motherfuckin' threat, not now or ever) |
| Yeah, sun down |
| (Fuck out here if you ain’t rappin', you know what the fuck goin' on) |
| Yeah |
| (Red X on my skin, nigga, this war paint, bitch) |