Asteroids - Da$h

I told 'em hold up, got this weed to roll up

Hate when people in my business, told my mother keep my door shut

She telling me to slow up, told myself to pour up

Man, I’m half way through this bottle, I’m just hoping I don’t throw up

Convince myself it’s helping, but I know it’s only hurting me

Certain thoughts of uncertainty seem to give me an urgency to get bent

Another swig up out this bottle then I bounce

Hold up, I’m back inside, I left my keys up on the couch

Mom shouting every time it smell like weed I’m in the house

I reply, you don’t want me here then kick a nigga out, yeah

Tryna avoid the argument

Hit the front door, jump in my homie crib

Rolled a blunt and sparked the shit

Caught in a fork behind the tints, we creeping through the streets

Speakers booming, heat on in case we run into police

Girl buzzing me, thinking another bitch between my sheets

Guess she don’t know involvement cheese the only time I cheat

King of my time, because I’m working while these niggas sleep

On my grind with these rhymes, ain’t got a cut in some weeks

Hustle like a motherfucker trapping

But I’m just tryna get a mil' off this rapping

Get a mil' off this rapping

On my hustle you’d think a lil nigga trapping

Yeah, tryna get a mil' off this, yeah, yeah, yeah so…