Conscious Lyrics

Man it's tragic

I'm a addict (Where the weed at?)

Gotta have it

Or I'm avid

I'm a savage

Whip the wagon (Whip the wagon)

Make a graphic (Make a graphic)

I'm too graphic (Aye)

Give no fucks (Yeah)

She erupts (Aye)

Tiny slut she don't judge I don't budge (Ooooo)

I get bucks she gain buzz I get guts (Oooo)

I get love and it come from above

Yeah, lot up on my plate

But I feel no way

All my bros they stay

They don't wanna stay then I make em' pay

All my hoes they paid told em' break the bank

Yeah, lot up on my plate (Plate)

But I feel no way (Way)

All my bros they stay (Stay)

They don't wanna stay then I make em' pay

Really here right now really feel awake

(Yeah, huh, yeah)

I'm up in my conscious

Running from the nonsense

Think I gotta constant bitch in my subconscious

It's haunting I think that we bonding

Hopefully she don't ball me

I like talking rough especially to these bitches no gimmicks

I pull up in Rovers know the windows tinted not no civic (Skirrtt)

These drugs got my aggy thought I was committed y'all can have it

Breezy not no addict nigga get too geeked he might start spazzing (Yeah)

Finna stick to weed (Yeah)

Told my shawty go and whip the I8 I'm too tired off the lean

Pounds and pounds of green

Bought my bitch Chanel cuz she let me fuck her when I was off a bean

This a difference experience I love all my bitches that's on period

Know my niggas with me know we blow big weed

I'm delirious

She love my appearance (Yeah)

Baby gave me experience (Yeah)

So I bought her my materials (Yeah)

Now she disappearing (Yah)

I ain't really tripping (Nah)

She was on the hit list (Yeah)

She must think I'm cheating (Woah)

But she can't predict it

Night out with the bros we get fucked up and then we dip

I pray for kidney (Yeah)

Treat it like my enemy (Yeah)

(Yeah, huh, yeah)

I'm up in my conscious

Running from the nonsense

Think I gotta constant bitch in my subconscious

It's haunting I think that we bonding

Hopefully she don't ball me