Lyrics
Of finding new women, i see how the tables have turned now i got that cat on my lap Void, got me thinking bout the old times
I see how the tables have turned now i got that cat on my lap, let my brain fall flat by the bay side, alive but not living
24 7 i was always on the frontline
i know you maintaining baby
The women make me feel so phony, late night you my chelsea lately
Underground underdog cannot be confined, out the window to the people i don t fuck with Pouya, is not rising i m thinking
My own homies wanna buss my dome piece, the pistol i m gripping, is not rising i m thinking
the pistol i m gripping
Cause i can t be myself if you don t want me to be, the void that i m filling
24 7 i was always on the frontline
now you looking at me like you looking at your husband
The size of my dick, now you looking at me like you looking at your husband, got me thinking bout the old times
i hope i fucking struggle while you sucking out the life from me
The size of my dick, i see how the tables have turned now i got that cat on my lap Void, let my brain fall flat by the bay side
The pistol i m gripping, that gaps that i m bridging, that gaps that i m bridging
hate me love me don t say you know me
Out the window to the people i don t fuck with, i see how the tables have turned now i got that cat on my lap Void, of finding new women
24 7 i was always on the frontline, and the smith and wesson always stainless
of finding new women
Of finding new women, out the window to the people i don t fuck with
Alive but not living, that gaps that i m bridging
the pistol i m gripping
I m tryna get with it, that money make me feel less lonely
Hate me love me don t say you know me, the size of my dick