Casa Migos

I feel half dead, but you know I still gotta be alert boy it's hot where go
Riding in a box to the rich with a glock
Taking shots of the Casa Migo's
Took it to the house got fouled now the whole world watching me launch the free throws
I moved to a town with a pound of weed, an 8 ball and a box of pre rolls
Something gotta give on this trip, I swear cause the money been fluctuating
The trials and the errors of the game be the same I don't really understand why the fuck you hatin'
I'm really in the guts, gave up rap and I was really in the cuts
Hit a couple liqs on my lonesome, I was gone son
They ain't see me in a month
Now I'm back and I'm anxious
I wanna ball but I'm patient
Ain't no way that I, can explain to y'all my whole mind and vibration
Ain't no lies or violations
Keep on trying my patience
Y'all gone sit back, cause ain't no get back
And you won't slide on my basses
I show up like I'm Shoei
Four door mobb bump the Oj's
Smiling faces tell lies, we was not them gangsters online
We was with them gangsters outside
We hit liqs no posting on live
Ain't gone be no posting online
You ain't get no motion off mine