In Tac

It's time to be low, I should've stayed home
She waitin' for me, never charge the phone plus it's on the moon, think I'm from the
Moon probably from the west side, we be high by
Noon I like my ice black, I like my life black

Fucking with Ms. Jackson, lost about three stacks
Just a young boy watchin' Nick, till I found my knack
When I'm not at home, I remain intact
Check, check the stat, it's a high chance you won't get to where I'm at

How you wanna mil when you don't appreciate the scrap
Need a gold grill to alleviate my gap they can see the gap
Between me and everything that y'all been callin' rap
I've been gifting everybody, then kept it under wraps

Kris Kringle, once I get a jingle and a slap I put the city on, then I'm going off the map
Even with a gold grill, I like you the most still
And she feel me like braille, get you outta your shell
Is this heaven or hell? Man, I really can't tell

I just ball in all fields there's a place and a time for everything
And It's time to be low, I should've stayed home
She waitin' for me, never charge the phone plus it's on the moon, think I'm from the
Moon probably from the west side, we be high by
Noon I like my ice black, I like my life black

Fucking with Ms. Jackson, lost about three stacks
Just a young boy watchin' Nick, till I found my knack
When I'm not at home, I remain intact