Shut the Blinds

Red eyes, car tires, late nights Pretty women, my main guys, late flights Living through my days like this ain't life Dreams I can't lose so you know I press snooze twice Focused on survival While I get my cake because the game a vicious cycle Going for the title, respected by my idols Living by the Bible now, so they calling me a psycho See, that's why I say the world's iffy Thoughts move through swiftly while I'm breaking down this fifty And I'm screaming "free Mike, Ness, and Spiffy" Til they let my niggas free or the lord come and get me It's just the way I'm feeling I see these clown niggas slipping But my lil bro tell me they all banana peeling On the top chilling Waking up in a young actress' loft All the windows from the floor to ceiling Rolling weed as I rise from my sleep Constant reminders why I find her a freak is what follows And no matter, stripper, actress, or a model Guarantee you by the end of that bottle they all swallow, fool