$trainer - Crossfaded lyrics

(Verse 1) First of all I'm trippin off the activis I may say some sh** that hurt yo feelings cus I'm feeling heartless Since the day that my momma told me that I'm fatherless Either way, I'd diss a n***a anytime, regardless Nevertheless, I live without him kinda flawless (rahhh) I'm on my 8th cloud never ending call it arcus (cus) b**h n***a speakin all that yap i'm like wa**up then I'm with my n***as hella high, the f** I saying? Let the bad b**hes come Only intoxicated Cause these sober b**hes ain't down, Acting complicated Then they gon' say that I f**ing Obligated This boppin b**h to s** my dick b**h Get affiliated Aaaah keep the s**as off my lane I'm on my f**ing grind - And if you ain't with you considered undefined You the denominator zero I'm on the f**in top And my grinding rules say to nevermind you I come from the bay and from sac From Mountain View Where me and uncle used to rock thick where the f** was you? Yup, you'll meet fake friends in your lifetime, sh** ain't nothing new n***as is b**h made bruh all they need is hue Them fake f**s made me more closed-minded Used to be open minded But now I'm all bout me And little sister Yashi For her I'd k** a n***a Cause, family never lastly These n***as kinda trashy Gotta wrap em up like hefty And dont expect respect from my n***as we ain't friendly I stopped giving f**s, n***a these ain't fliers Only the orange snapback is, n***a's know I'm flyer If its fonk on sight , dont worry we dont need reminders Tellin n***as off like Yeezy You ain't got the answers They say that the sh** I'm smoking Probably finna beat the cancer The problem is n***as turn fake Right when the sh** gets real Only few n***as left that keep they lips sealed I'm focused on this money straight n***a I can't tilt, Only time I'm slanted is When I'm f**ing leanin Ya'll n***as dirty and trashy, we got a broom for the sweeping (Hook) Uhhh I'm so onn, ay, I'm so on Pa** me the bluuuunt Ay pa** me the bongggg Ay ay (UHHHH) I'm so drunk, ay I'm so drunk Pa** me the Ciroc And it gotta BE peach Ay (Verse 2) My father left me in that club so I'm turnt up Nah, but I've been lonely in that street so i got stuck My momma thinks that my dads the reason why I do d** But that n***a's been obstruct since I disrupt (ed) You n***as is some goofy n***as Yall all talk But you n***as duck I'm so high and I won't come down Yo b**h want me and she blowing me now Ay Ciroc got me takings risks! RIP to my lost ones I keep it cloudy for you but you hit the dro once I take sh** to the lungs And plus I'm drunk, (haha) This sh**'s amazin! Whoo! Im still going Going so fast I feel like i'm racing Muggin everybody with no sweet taste Cause they used to be the one with the bitter taste uh, thinking back when I was in 8th grade Used to have hella n***as now they all erased All in graves to me Put them s**as down you think it's f**ing halloween My b**h thinks i'm obscene When I'm off on the lean Cause otherwise I'm all like f** a b**h There ain't no b**h that I need Only the weed indeed And it gotta be green With the orange fuz Til' there ain't enough Money on my mind n***a I think thats why I'm smart Cus it all pays off well Like a costumer, I be hustling, I be dusting em, You suffering You ain't tough, b**h you flimsy Thats why you swear to the pinky Damn, i needa bottle of whiskey Ay, damn I needa bottle of whiskey (Hook)