Paramedic Lyrics

Finesse my words its how I speak

Im so poetic to her

I broke her heart and now

Im tryna be a medic to her

Im tryna get us to the end

I know Im ready for it

All these shots up in my veins

Is like Im in a paramedic room

Now im riding round the city

I pull up to clubs they playing my shit

Im spending too many hours

Walking around out on melrose

And I dont got blicks

And I know these niggas they hating

Waiting for me to blow up so they can just sit

And Ive been just getting the bag

Over and over and over

These blues turning my pockets to crips

Im in a fashion show in New York

And i got me some money

I know im pushing myself to the edge

So i gotta go out to London

Therapy sessions been clearing my head and my thoughts

Swear ive been cold as a tundra

And Im a living legend

Tell me that before i got to six feet under

Yea

Im in the basement back to the basics

Keeping the flow till I blow up

Back of the benz Im sipping the drank till I go numb

She came to the show and left with her friends

And we had a foursome

Im on a jet and im getting a check just to fuck it up

As soon as we land

Im hitting the gallery V.I.P. cuz im a 1 of 1

Too many versions of me

I call them my clone sons

Smoking on za za

And yall be on the poh dust

Sipping on mai tai with my feet up

Look at the fans they know us

Doing these shows and these shoots

Im running from the valley to downtown

Fuck all these niggas thats riding my wave

Im hoping these niggas gone drown out

Throwing the shade

I going to black out

GLE AMG im gonna back out

Told me she love me cuz I blew her back out

Lil bitch you is cracked out

I am the number one neigborhood standout

Aint no need me to turn around

I am the number one neigborhood standout

Aint no need me to turn around

I am the number one neigborhood standout

Aint no need me to turn around

Finesse my words its how I speak

Im so poetic to her

I broke her heart and now

Im tryna be a medic to her

Im tryna get us to the end

I know Im ready for it

All these shots up in my veins

Is like Im in a paramedic room

Now im riding round the city

I pull up to clubs they playing my shit

Im spending too many hours

Walking around out on melrose

And I dont got blicks

And I know these niggas they hating

Waiting for me to blow up so they can just sit

And Ive been just getting the bag

Over and over and over

These blues turning my pockets to crips