Lately, I began to see signs
That you got leaving me on your mind
I get a cold, cold feeling when I touch you
It’s hard to face, but I know the truth
This stupid bitch look ugly when she cry
I’m tired of the truth, I want some lies
Fucked up childhood was traumatized
Took a trip to hell, had to go demon time
Instant in the clip looking like curly fries
Worked hard, gotta see the other side
Now it’s Kick Doe Click, bitch, we on the rise
Pouring wockhardt on my pecan pie
Yes, I’m a real live country boy, I’m feeling like Billy Ray
I might be hard headed and don’t listen, but I do what my semi say
I’m a short ass Mexican, 5’5″ but I’m still stepping on anything
Pocket rocket, I got me itty bitty thing
I got Actavis filled with the Minute Maid
Pour up my cup, I be knocking out ten a day
I don’t want no trish and I sure as hell will throw that pie in yo’ face
I don’t want no bitch that’s gon’ take my cake and give it away
I came up without shit, so I know what it’s like and I’m tired of pain
Now I’m hard in the paint, I’ma pull my pants down and I’m letting ’em hang
Uh, yeah, I’m just trying rap
I ain’t tryna be in the hood hitting no licks, you can’t say this is cap
I’ve done prove myself, now I’m out getting rich
Blued up everyday, out here looking like Stitch
Drag his ass from the truck, tie him up to the hitch
Woke up the next day, ain’t nobody said shit, for real
Right on
I’m coming down, I’m coming down (Cut up)
I’m coming down, I’m coming down (Cut up)
I’m coming down, I’m coming down (Cut up)
I’m coming down, aye, I’m coming down
A knee deep up in that field, my biggest flaw, kept it to real
Lil’ bitch said she was done with me, I bet she fuck me still
Took a lost, had to get back up, ain’t had no time to heal
Brick for brick how I was built, straight drop syrup, crack the seal
Come on, this shit ain’t come overnight, been putting down for years
Thinking about my nigga dead and gon, shit still gives me chills
Rocking shows then go cop the lows, I’m still selling pills
ARP whistle when I squeeze, it sings like Lauryn Hill
Aye, Texas, Texas, thuggin’, living reckless
Foreign digital dashboard, got diamonds in my necklace
I go chew a Perc’, fuck my bitch and do my best shit
Boss like I’m Slim Thugga, niggas hate us, they bitches love us
I’m coming down, I’m coming down (Cut up)
I’m coming down, I’m coming down (Cut up)
I’m coming down, I’m coming down (Cut up)
I’m coming down, aye, I’m coming down
Lately, I began to see signs
That you got leaving me on your mind
I get a cold, cold feeling when I touch you
It’s hard to face, but I know the truth
