Clouded Judgement

I don't always do what's best, I confess Exhibit A, my ex, I rest my case Tell you the rest yesterday Starlito's Way, the Free at Last mixtape (alright) This go around I'm my own boss Trash Bag Gang bitch and I'm showing off (Grind Hard) Gotta give it up to dro and soft My latest yellow broad, I call her misses Know-It-All Cheating on her man with Mr. Blow-It-All A.K.A what it cost, I don't wanna talk Lito fell off, is that what they thought Now she like, girl let me tell you what this nigga bought Couple gats and loft, and that thrax kind of expensive So like a business expense, I tax right off as soon as I get it Keep that shit so presidential, flow so existential With a pocket full of dead inventors Tried to put me up on shit that I'm already into And if she ain't street smart, that's cool, I'm heavy in her Mother fuck them pussy niggas that I never mention Mind on a million, still winning, I ain't petty nigga Clique to clique, dick riding, you pathetic nigga You can have that bitch, I already hit her She got miles like the Chevy nigga You don't want beef, I'll turn you to a veggie nigga I'm a Sapien-omnivore Whose alibi was he's out on tour Either that or court side watching the Commodores Bad mother fucker, put that on the condom on the floor Swisher sweets and a suite with a submissive freak Them bitches cheap when you get 'em geeked I love her brain, feel like she missing teeth Probably get another chain, I'm on my Mr. T Made six G's this week in Mississippi Speakers blew at my last show, but they ain't miss a beat I'm on fire nigga, Richard Pete Getting Richard Pryored on my next deal, yeah this is me Lito, with my pistol and zip at least Cashville's streets dry, but I move like they slippery