Giving It All Away

Little hit of the nicotine
Why the fuck you so close to me?
Something you tryna oversee
Put in my 2 weeks in my latest dream
It came to me, made to bleed
How much come out? Dig in deeper
Closer to the count
Word of mouth, stomp ya ground
Conclusions you ain't follow thru with
Meter ’bouta run dry, I'm stupid
Left my wallet at the house
Just you bitch, phone down the drain
In the new print
City loud as my car when we cruisin'
Lyman be the spot, frankie zoomin

Everybody really wanna clown
No-one throwing when shit
Go down
90 in the whip
Just to get through town
Nothing that I gotta do
Fear for the end
While making moves
With the homies
That I’m calling through
To help me make another
Hit in the same room

If you didn't leave
It would mean giving it all away
To come back home
I'd have to change my entire way
So that means it will never come to be
How poetic to end this tragedy
Better we cut it off and never speak