Just when shit look out of reach I reach back like one, three
Like one, three, yeah.
Hittin' like that 30 on my jersey man I'm gifted.
Grips on your waist Front way, back way.
She could have a Grammy I'd still treat her ass like a nominee.
Don't assume, 'cause I don't respect assumptions, babe
I'm the only one that get the job done, I don't know a nigga that can cover for me
Last night I went to sleep, wanted more
Tried to decide what direction I should go towards
Some nights I wish I could go back in life
Not to change shit, just to feel a couple things twice.