Skill Issue (Outro) Lyrics

Life been feelin' like when you hop on the game, realize you ain't got the skill anymo'

Lil' thing on my brain, it ain't really been the same, I don't even know the deal anymo'

But the game is the game, it's fuck what I feel anymore

I guess I'ma chill on the hoe, yeah, you don't get me chills anymo'

Fuck that, I'ma spread the bills on the hoe

Fuck that, I'ma spread the bills on the flo'

Dig in my bag like some god damn cleats, up with the bag cause the bag don't sleep

Lil' bitch on my back like a goddamn fleece

Nah I'd rather go marry a check

And when I'm buried, I wanna McFlurry my neck

My mama, she worried, I bet

Vision ain't blurry, just in a lil' hurry to flex

Ayy, ayy, and shout out gang, goin' up like a tower

Shout out Mary Jane, hit her up every hour

Shout out pain, it be, givin' me the power

Shout out to the rain, got me growin' like a flower

Keep askin' what am I doin', stayin' in my lane,

Nigga, you should do the same, What

Mary Jane callin' my name

Only lil' bitch that be keepin' me sane

Cause I blow hoes like a lasko

How they love to watch a nigga chill, Shi I hope they takin' class notes

But I understand cause I'm mad dope

Really just swimmin', it fits like a tadpole

How I experiment, shit need a lab coat

When I get kids, they gon' ask where my dad go

Really just chillin' with bands, but it's sad though

Cause the feelin' still bad, but don't ask though