Penthouse

Lately I got this feeling My niggas is meant to get it It's written up in the stars Made it from slimmer odds when only God was with us Fuck it nigga we did it, been picking the game apart My response for critics is spitting it from the heart Ain't no frontin' involved They feel it, I'm 'bout to make niggas fold Something in the water got me floating like the work across the boat Girl I wonder how we making it home? I'm no angel, I got an angle Back to the crib, bitch I'm tryna get you naked and bone She's no angel, but with the blow she's a snow angel The dangers of taking her home She said, "You caught my eye and my ears You speak sincere, write precise Cross your t's and dot your i's See my fears and read my mind If lawyers steal and doctors lie What's really left for you and I? (What's really left for you and I?)" Trust, shit I don't know too much about it We can take this leap of faith But I don't wanna feel the bottom, no I don't wanna feel the bottom, no Girl I don't wanna feel the bottom, no I don't wanna feel the bottom, no Girl I don't wanna feel the bottom And I just called up my mama, she missing her son I've been pulling all-nighters and missing the sun I heard it gets addicted to some The bigger the light, the quicker they come They exit your life, just as quick as they come I'm numb to it like a brick to the gums I get to it, just as quick as it comes As quick as it comes now I wish niggas wasn't so addicted to power I wish heaven had visiting hours I wish we could hit the Ave like we used to Dime, nickel, 20 bag like we used to Ride with my dawgs, moving cross the States Die by my word, that's an author's fate So how your shoulders holding up fine, great? I got the weight of the world on mine, I'm straight Now pay your dues til your dues paid Play your role til your role change, nigga rotate 'Rari or Jaguar, switching forth lanes Call me for NASCAR, Bassy a track star Gassin' the track like I'm running propane Lapping these niggas and jealousy's a bitch Made it out the city, look around I brought all my niggas with me And I gotta thank God for the felonies we missed Gotta thanks mom dukes, gotta thanks pops too They say anything possible My squad like apostles, believe in me Don't know how to quit, that's a fiend to me Yeah, my niggas flood proof Pray for the rain, gotta deal with mud too Gotta deal with slugs who Lay six feet, try to get above you My niggas flood proof Pray for the rain, gotta deal with mud too Gotta deal with slugs who Lay six feet, try to get above you They love you And hug you, they sing your praises They wear their faces backwards Still I see 'em acting Just the walking reenactment Ain't nothin' real about 'em Niggas talk about us Spill they're heart up out us They spill they're hearts But what's her name again? We talking 'bout lames again Won't pretend I'm entertained I'm staying sane I'm going through the changes I'm still the same Everybody feel you, don't feel your pain Go on, go on, steal out, hold on to you Go on, go on, steal out, hold on Cause I don't wanna feel the bottom, no I don't wanna feel the bottom Said I don't wanna feel the bottom, no I don't wanna feel the bottom I can't see love I can't see love lately