[Intro]
[Verse 1: Aris Sparks]
She kissing on my neck as I jot down the Psalms of my life
The Psalms of my strife, she ain't my wife, she really in like
Cuz what's love got to do with it?
I'm prolly lampin in another shorty's coupe with it
But never think I'm stupid chick
I never get caught up That's the way I was bought up
Got a s** drive that's crazy baby, don't wanna get it start up
So if we chillin no feelings, dont put yo heart up
And since you said you just wanna match me you put yo part up
We going Dutch, so grab a Dutch, I got 5 on it
And when you skate Ill hit another chick to dive on it
Ignorant
Never smoke a cigarette, a n***a barely stressed
And I ain't gotta beg for p**y so a n***a rarely pressed
Don't do the subliminal sh**
Me I'm the general b**h
Move on some smooth criminal sh**
These n***as is Mitch's but I'm Ace I really need minimal sh**
I encountered some Rico's but they was all on some cynical sh**
You know that cynical sh**
But ya crew ain't the truest, If you ain't got a Judas
I don't hang wit no losers
Yea I know a couple shooters, I'm from Northside
What you expect, there's nothing that I regret
From selling weed to showing my father the slightest respect
In this game of life you just a pair of dice from paradise
And if you roll em right, me and you we could be catching flights
Sure ya right
Then back to the crib where ya spend the night, p**y tight
And babygirl I'm gon' give ya what ya like
Who Am I? Aristotle with bottles of gin
Plus you know I got my brothers wit me so hit up ya friends
In the mall gettin stopped by milfs that heard Begin
And heard it again
And heard it again