In My Room

No sleeper seats, that's a mattress

No sleeper seats, that's a mattress

You ain't stingy, split your tablets with me

You don't flinch when camera flashing, flashing

Not fake laidback, no it's natural

And I think you made for the life I lead

I'm not fake patient, I don't fake sick, huh

That kinda coffin don't need lean, rest in peace

Got this lust for life in me, yeah

Horny for the game, uh

First they kiss then they bite soft

Then that bitch wanna play it off, huh

Fuck it, I'm pretty still in a pit of snakes

While serpent shakes some brand new scales

I need a new face, I'm tired of these weirdos

Actin' farmiliar, took all the rock

And turned it to pop, he think that he Elvis

And he ungrateful, they don't say thank you

They don't say grace, not even for meals, not even for millions

Fuck it I'm pretty still, look at my deal

Richard Mille, look at my ears, flooded with diamonds

Look at my skills, running through blocks like 49ers

Forty-nine diamonds, stuffed in my bracelet

That cost a wop, that cost a whopper

And it ain't new, I had a knot at John Ehret in my locker

Pretty still, it ain't no pretty pill

It's either real or real

Real easy on the eyes, green like a soccer field

Skin hot, when they tried me, like them poppers feel

Hands shaking, norepinephrine levels, skyrocket fuel

Rocket

Quit being violent with me (Yeah why, why?)

Quit being violent with me

Quit being violent with me

You make me violent

My room, my room, my room with me

Every night you were in my room

My room, my room with me

I guess I can't state my feelings too soon

I don't know you

And I can't put no threats in the air