Be Careful

It ain't good, it ain't good
It ain't good, it ain't good for me
Yeah, mhm, yeah
Stay awake, look

I use my words like somebody use a Glock, yeah
(Ayy, be careful, ayy, be careful)
Hit the right trigger, it could feel like getting shot, yeah
(Ayy, be careful, ayy, be careful)
I use my words like somebody use a Glock, yeah
(Ayy, be careful, ayy, be careful)
Say the wrong thing, mess around and get you shot 'round here
(Ayy, be careful, ayy, be careful)

If I gotta force it, then it ain't for me
To go for songs, or friends, or voodoos, or a pair of jeans
Had to come to a conclusion for my clarity
That the thoughts I choose to use turn to reality
I said, "Big shot," always looking down at his wristwatch
Walk this way of life until it flip-flops
I was in tip-top shape 'til my ship flopped
Now I'm in a big hospital with my fists locked
Breathing like I'm trapped inside a Ziploc
What is this, doc?
Losing fluids, doctor drawing blood like a crip opp
Diagnosed anxiety, it's all in my head
They just offer me Xans, I said, "I'll lay off the stress"
So day-to-day recovery is meditating, Gatorade
Pack up all my perils in the paper, then I sublimate
She just offered head, and who am I to throw her brain away?
Such a terrible thing to waste, especially in this type of case

But the mind is a dangerous place to get lost in
I'm certain all that energy expensively exhausting
Turning and tossing, overthinking often
How would you have used your words if you knew they'd cost me?

I use my words like somebody use a Glock, yeah
(Ayy, be careful, ayy, be careful)
Hit the right trigger, it could feel like getting shot, yeah
(Ayy, be careful, ayy, be careful)
I use my words like somebody use a Glock, yeah
(Ayy, be careful, ayy, be careful)
Say the wrong thing, mess around and get you shot 'round here
(Ayy, be careful, ayy, be careful)

If I gotta force it, then it ain't for me
To go for songs, or friends, or voodoos, or a pair of jeans
Got a girl that's attached to my energy
'Cause I give her good dick and some empathy, ayy
Oh, I think she like it, yeah, that's my bih
She can be despising, always fighting
I try to take the high route, I'm enlightened
Think she got a virus, started shit-itis
Starboy, I just might dip out on an asteroid
But that Earth pussy so good that I might crash for it
But she always tripping
Every argument could put another stamp inside her passport
I don't even ask for it
You could blame her past for it
I ain't perfect, but I'm working on my paths, boy
When she idle, she see cycles of her past scars
Now I'm a rival on arrival 'cause the thoughts be going NASCAR, baby

But the mind is a dangerous place to get lost in
Treating me like enemy without us even talking
Turning and tossing, overthinking all of it
How would you have used your words if you knew they'd lost me?

I use my words like somebody use a Glock, yeah
(Ayy, be careful, ayy, be careful)
Hit the right trigger, it could feel like getting shot, yeah
(Ayy, be careful, ayy, be careful)
I use my w

Excuse me, pardon me
Let me get right past you real quick
Boy, boy, you ass big as hell
Excuse me, hold on
I'm supposed to be on next
Hold on, hold on
Don't stop me, just hold on
Who are you?
What you mean, "Who am I?"
I'm the third verse
Nah, L'A don't need no third verse
What you mean, he don't need me no more?
Yeah, he don't need you no more
How that he don't need me no more?
L'A don't know no third verse
Man, move your ass out the way
I'm next, I'm going on next
Touch me again, man, you gon' get your ass