Heavy Hand

Lyrics for Heavy Hand

I'm the best dressed nigga on my therapist couch An a-hole Drano baby tornado tear through the house Every penny flip, quarter tank, scared of a drought Bed been the couch, dancing on the ledge with my spouse Got tired of robbing, I got famous off of rhyming with the braces I look nineteen, they think the Audi my mama's Early twenties was trash, reimburse me with a million 2020, Have a crib, I bought purses for my women Life of growing pains, sniped, I ain't know her name Buy a Sprite, you hold the change Four hundred dollar soda down the toilet when my ho complain Crooked police looking, we gon' cook 'em over open flame Half an ounce of cookies with my Novocaine, I know the pain I'm sober now (I'm sober now) My mama told me hold it down My partner told me load the rounds My conscience told me (Conscience told me, conscience told me) Holly told me show these niggas I'm vicious I need submission from women, just in the bedroom 'Cause listen, they wish me luck, bitch Only remember the bad dreams, forgetting the rest Dulling the edge of my past demons, sing to just chest Heal me, pistol attached, giggle at niggas, the threats kill me Fights don't matter I use my eyes 'cause my heart like a blindfold rather I lose my mind on the road 'cause I might go faster I'm in the sky all alone on a tightrope dancing Fights don't matter I use my eyes 'cause my heart like a blindfold rather I lose my mind on the road 'cause I might go faster I'm in the sky all alone on a tightrope dancing