BITTERSWEET

(sneeze)

[Verse]

Yeah, mm-hmm

Aye, aye, aye

I just got to run and get that check in, aye

Shorty swear I'm ****ing with her best friend, aye

At my brother wedding, I'm the best man

We up early in the morning, eating breakfast, aye

She keep asking me who I'm texting

'Cause my cellphone buzzin' like a Nextel

In the 'ville, smoke a zip by my damn self

Off the hip, off rip, **** a handrail

And I'm tryna stack more paper than my fan-mail

Need a concealed, compact handheld

And thе feet are movin' slower than a landsnail

Out in Phoenix catchin' sun, walking sand trails

Good focus on thе job, I do damn well

Need a parking lot with rocks not a square slab

Rest in peace to Bo P, O.G. [tear app?]

Three wheel, it's super geeked, and it's stupid fast

[Rick split?] the whole frame, couldn't glue it back

Niggas know it's not a game, you can't view the stash

And the street give you a chain, gotta give it back

And my life ain't been the same since they killed Cat

'99 ghost Range, fifth wheel attached

I've done drove 17 hours, that's a real crash

In this life we lose a lot, but how ya live that?

Push it all in the pot, down to your last, uh, uh

Give it all ya' got, that's a real try

Grey clouds in the sky, but I still smile

Anyone that bring ya down, that's a real crowd

Watch that nigga in the crowd, 'cause he will style, yuh

Livin' out this life is a real treat

At the same time it's bitter but it's still sweet, aye

Livin' out this life is a real treat

'Cause at the same time it's bitter but it's still sweet (Ya' dig?)