Sackedup Schiesty - Sense Lyrics

Tony Hawk got a skate on a bitch Tryna ball hit a Fade in this bitch
Eat it up, she don't play with the dick She gon' suck it all day when she lit
I'm so cold with this ice on my neck And I spend what you make on my wrist
I don't know why they talkin' at all What they sayin' ain't makin' no sense
Roll a zip while I'm drinkin' a fifth Smoke strong like I'm finna go lift
Move right and you won't get left Think twice, better watch your step
He jumped in that water and drowned I told you hold your breath
He popped X, he down You got sold some' else
I learned lessons in these streets So mama, hold your belt
Looked out for help, seen no one there, so I moved on myself
All this pain weighed on my soul, I couldn't control myself
Shit turn you cold when you alone, I damn near froze to death
Now I'm eager and I'm eatin' like I own a chef
Niggas hate instead of celebrate, those shots below the belt
They wanna see you down, can't count on no one else
I just hop right in my bag like I sit on a shelf
Tryna ball like Alopecia, see a chance and I'm gon' reach it
My class said I wasn't gon' be shit, I sat back like, f*ck them teachers
Glock 17 like Tony Snail, I'm gon' shoot it from the bleachers
I read niggas just like Braille, know your words before you speak em
Rollin' up some loud, this shit bustin' out the speakers
You ain't put no work into this shit, so how we equal
You can't bite the hand that feeds And, think we even, niggas tweakin
Get shit shakin' like a seizure, 40 bake him like he seasoned
Tony Hawk got a skate on the bitch, tryna ball hit A Fade in this bitch
Eat it up, she don't play with the dick, she gon' suck it all day when she lit
I'm so cold with this ice on my neck, and I spit what you make on my wrist
I don't know why they talkin' at all, what they sayin' ain't makin' no sense
I don't know why they talkin' at all, what they sayin' ain't makin' no sense