Текст песни In S.Y.T (feat. N3wlord & Bookie Allwyld) - +Plus

Said I don't wanna rock with you roll with you
Smoke with you joke with you na man I'm just trying to chill
You know it cost a bill cost a check just to keep things in check
Man na I'm trying to build
Say whats the deal I'm trying to make a Mil like saweetie
Ba da ba ba ba I'm feeling meaty
Na I'm feeling greedy Jergens
I'm rubbing up my hands like birdman
Indentured servant
Making bread before they slave me
Slut me out like amber rose but don't play me
Nigga you acting crazy
I like my man like I like my sweets
Hard outside but now he soft since he met me
Sour patch kid tell me all the things you did
What you learn what's the difference
How you live how you feel
What's the real reason you don't want to live
Wake up in the morning you got no more to give
Speak your truth

Little mama acting like she ain't never seen a fucking nigga around
Nine times out of ten shit I'm dicking down
You kidding me now
I been a mac daddy since your baby was doing the cat daddy
Where the fuck is he now
You know I flow with adrenalin
Hoes got bout 10 of them
Ain talking tiger woods but the tiger in my woods you dig
I stack money so my daughters can live
Never been the type to run in your crib
More like the type to make you run to your crib
Go get your bib you little infant
The weed burn like incense
The high it was instant
Shawty think she a 10 but barely 10 cents
Make sure you drop my name in them mentions
You searching for attention was sup

Chin up chest out shit meant to bring the best out
Sleep deprived can't get rest now
Know this shit just a test now
Boy don't you crash out
Think before you just lash out
Gota get your mind right that iron tight while on this cash route
Cause I can't trust no one I tried but it Ain in me
Cause I done see some friends share some traits of an enemy
But I remain the same me can't let nobody change me
I'm tired of being angry I go through shit on a daily
Ma Know she love her baby, but I been going crazy
Don't know the risks we raking to get up out this basement
To put her in some acres
To take her to Jamaica
To be able to wake up and know that you on the way up
No more having to stay up cause you're tryna reach your quota
This what make you a mogul the trials when shit get soulful
Don't ever think it's easy
I don't know who done told you
Better get your posture right my dog this shit was meant to fold you nigga
The realest shit I heard was they don't owe me shit
Them L's make you wiser how you think I know this shit
Home invasion did the shit so smooth Ain even notice it
You think another nigga gone play round and Ain gone blow this bitch
You crazy
In and out the doctor since a jit I been a patient
Prescribe these crazy drugs cause I was anxious had no patience
Praying that my health Ain in my jit I pray for safety
Still got open stitches all I ate was mash and gravy
Never was the richest but the shit was always gravy
Made something out of nothing but the shit was never basic
Been an outcast fuck whoever tried to play me
Done lost a lot a friends just because they couldn't take it