"Heavy Hand" lyrics

I'm the best dressed nigga on my therapist couch
Anejo Drano, baby tornado, tear through the house
Every penny flipped, quarter tank, scared of a drought
Bed been the couch, dancing on the ledge with my spouse
Got tired of robbin', I got famous off of rhyming with the braces
I look nineteen, they think the Audi my mama's
Early twenties was trash, reimbursed me with a million
22, ain't have a crib, I bought purses for my women
Life of growing pains
Sniped her, I ain't know her name
Buying sprites, you hold the change
400 dollar soda down the toilet when my hoe complain
Crooked police looking, we gon cook 'em over open flame
A half a ounce of cookies was my novacaine
I know the pain, I'm sober now
My mama told me hold it down
My patna' told me load up rounds
My conscience told me
Haile told me show these niggas I'm vicious
I need submission from women, just in the bedroom 'cause listening wishful at best
Only remember the bad dreams, forgetting the rest
Dulling the edge of my past demons' signature, just 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'd 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'd lose my mind on the road cause I might go faster
I'm in the sky, all alone on a tightrope, dancing