Serkan Çetinel

Good grief, I been reaping what I sowed
Nigga, I ain’t been outside in a minute
I been living what I wrote
And all I see is snakes in the eyes of these niggas
Momma taught me how to read ’em when I look
Miss me at the precinct getting booked
Fishy niggas stick to eating off of hooks
Say you eating, but we see you getting cooked, nigga..
 
My fleeting thoughts on a leash
For the moment, high as fuck
I’ve been alone in my shit, for the longest
Snakes sliding in the street
Momma taught me how to not be like the bodies lying in them
Pigs, riding in ’em
I’m a target so it’s hard to even eye me in ’em
If he ain’t dying for me, then I ain’t riding with him
There’s no time for that
Making sure my man wallet’s straight like a collar
When you iron that
Thinking ’bout my grandmama, find a bottle
I’mma wallow when I lie in that
I just want my time and my mind intact
When they both gone, you can’t buy ’em back.