Asteroids

I told 'em hold up, got this weed to roll up Hate when people in my business; told my mother keep my door shut She telling me to slow up, told myself to pour up Man, I'm half way through this bottle I'm just hoping I don't throw up Convince myself it's helping, but I know it's only hurting me Certain thoughts of uncertainty seem to give me an urgency to get bent Another swig up out this bottle then I bounce (Hold up I'm back inside, I left my keys up on the couch) (Mom shouting every time it smell like weed I'm in the house) ([?] don't want me here then kick a nigga out, yeah) (Tryna avoid the argument) (Hit the front door, jump in my homie crib) (Rolled a blunt and sparked the shit) Caught in a fork behind the tints, we creeping through the streets Speakers booming, heat on in case we run into police Girl buzzing me thinking another bitch between my sheets Guess she don't know involvement cheese the only time I cheat King of my time, because I'm working while these niggas sleep On my grind with these rhymes, ain't got a cut in some weeks Hustle like a muhfucker trapping But I'm just tryna get a mil' off this rapping Get a mil' off this rapping On my hustle you'd think a lil nigga trapping Yeah, tryna get a mil' off this, yeah, yeah, yeah so...