"Playin Safety" lyrics

(Damn, Swank, you cookin' up)

Hold on, smokin' on this dope, tryna ease my mind
Always tryna give his two cents, I know he'll drop a dime
I love the way your skin glowin', it's that type to shine
Baby, come here, get that other shit there off your mind
I don't need no cosign, man, whole gang tied in
Must be tryna die playin', you a both-side man
I'm the coach, you the lineman, bitch, we on the same team
Why you tryna play me? 'Posed to be my safety

Crazy all that hatin' and we grew up on the same street
I don't believe in heroes, really I'm the one that saved me
Always posted on the porch like we got no AC
Somethin' like a store, at your door with that baby
Huh, oh, huh, huh, huh, oh, huh, huh
When I was nobody, bitch, I ain't had nobody
Now that money comin', that come with its own problems
It was just me and cuh thuggin' in them Foamposites
Uh, huh, oh, huh, they don't know 'bout it
That's why when they callin', I ain't pickin' up for nobody
I was posted in the L when I ain't had no guala
Still posted in the L, I just got some swole pockets
They just like to talk a lot, that shit don't mean nothin'
27 in my Glock, run 'em down, Kareem Hunt
Pop out, show you you ain't seen nothin' for all that mean muggin'
Chopper shoot from 'cross the street, this bitch got a mean jumper

Hold on, smokin' on this dope, tryna ease my mind
Always tryna give his two cents, I know he'll drop a dime
I love the way your skin glowin', it's that type to shine
Baby, come here, get that other shit there off your mind
I don't need no cosign, man, whole gang tied in
Must be tryna die playin', you a both-side man
I'm the coach, you the lineman, bitch, we on the same team
Why you tryna play me? 'Posed to be my safety

(Damn, Swank, you cookin' up)