Preference

I don't give a fuck but sometimes my mind still get the best of me

I done been through some deep shit that's why this cigar filled up with medicine

She like how I fuck on her i guess i'm just her preference

I just want some money I'm so focused on dead presidents

Looking at myself, I see the best in me

I need you in my life, bitch you bring me peace

If you want shit to grow you gotta plant the seed

Water it wit Hennessy you niggas aint no friend to me

Bro steady fighting with his bitch they need a referee

A blunt and this bottle help me maintain

Wash away this damn pain tryin not to complain

Flyer than some paper planes

We aint on the same thang

I stay ten toes down feel like i landed

So quick to forget the past, feel like i popped a zanny

So quick to forget the pass, feel like im Peyton Manning

Damn i aint even plan it

When I pull up baby girl don't got no panties

I gotta stay hungry like no food up in the pantry

Aint broke bitch all I break is bands

Aint dappin shit up cause that fake love done broke my hand

I can't fake it cause this who I am

Don't fuck with niggas like the ku klux klan

Stopped giving a fuck when i became a man

Never thought you'd fold, wish i knew in advance

I don't give a fuck but sometimes my mind still get the best of me

I done been through some deep shit that's why this cigar filled up with medicine

She like how I fuck on her i guess i'm just her preference

I just want some money I'm so focused on dead presidents

I don't want to look too far down the road, feeding my anxiety

When im outta state im finding peace

She lovin me now im dic n her down I love it when you fuckin me

My past made me a man but ill b damn i let it make me

I'm from a city where some dope boys turn to dope feins

Where fentanyl in everything its hard to chase dreams

They keep saying that I changed bitch I been the same guy

Ever cross me I dont give a fuck i hope yo family die

They say the truth hurts i guess its just painless to tell a lie

I use to complain about shit that I couldn't control

Be careful who you love bro you know that bitch is a hoe

Focus on yo money fuck what she gotta say

Maybelline the bitch put it right on her fucking face

She want it in the morning from the side, bitch i'm barely wake

I told her make that ass clap like we playin patty cake

She listen to my songs then ask me what the fuck my problem is

So much on my plate, fuck it im just trying to stay positive

She done took my heart its all love tho, I still got a lot to give

I guess it come with time I know them feelings change

Hold it all inside but I dont feel the same

I just play it how it go, its just part of the game

Nah nah nah

Just part of the game

I don't give a fuck but sometimes my mind still get the best of me

I done been through some deep shit that's why this cigar filled up with medicine

She like how I fuck on her i guess i'm just her preference

I just want some money I'm so focused on dead presidents