text: Alright
  Ugh, ugh, ugh
  Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed
  Nigga, I aint been outside in a minute
  I been living what I wrote
  And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas
  Mama taught me how to read em when I look
  Miss me at the precinct getting booked
  Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks
  Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga
  I dont act hard, Im a hard act to follow, nigga
  Like it or not, when it drop, bet he gotta listen
  Chasing dragons, tryna make it happen, on a mission
  If you step into the shadows, we could talk addiction
  When its harmful where you going and the part of you that know it dont give a fuck
  Pardon me for going into details
  3-7-6 was a brothel, we had females come in every hour on the dot
  And the shit sound like a gavel when it knock
  Focused on my chatter, aint as frantic as my thoughts
  Lately, Ive been panicking a lot
  Feeling like Im stranded in a mob
  Scrambling for Xanax out the canister to pop
  Never getting out of hand
  Steady handling my job, time damaging my ties
  Who turn to get up? Get dude turned to dinner quick
  You circus niggas, you turning into tricks
  I was making waves, you was surfing in em
  Dealing with the stomach pains just from birthing niggas shit
  Cut the grass off the surface
  Pray the lawnmower blade catch the back of a serpent niggas shit
  Bitch
  Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed
  Nigga, I aint been outside in a minute
  I been living what I wrote
  And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas
  Mama taught me how to read em when I look
  Miss me at the precinct getting booked
  Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks
  Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga
  My fleeting thoughts on a leash
  For the moment, high as fuck
  Ive been alone in my shit, for the longest
  Snakes sliding in the street
  Momma taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them
  Pigs riding in em
  Im a target, so its hard to even eye me in em
  If he aint dying for me, then I aint riding with him
  Theres no time for that
  Making sure my man wallets straight
  Like a collar when you iron that
  Thinking bout my grandmama
  Find a bottle, Ima wallow and I lie in that
  Um, I just want my time and my mind intact
  When they both gone, you cant buy em back