Every Time

Need some visine, my eyes red, it look like I've been cryin'

I'm so high, if I was any higher, bitch, I would be flyin'

I take my time with my craft, but it look like I ain't tryin'

I fucked your bitch and she got pregnant, but thank God it wasn't mine

I make money with my friends, you ain't my friend if you don't grind

And I call that boy my son, but it's his fault that he don't shine

I be flexin' in real life, so I don't do that shit online

And I keep smokin' on this gas, cause I get higher every time

Yeah, the drink red, money blue, and you know the jeans true

How the fuck these outta style? That's 200 to walk around

My belt was made from crocodile, I got some money, it took a while