Happy Now

Lyrics

[Verse] Sittin' in the coupe with the ice chain (ice) I seen the shooter walk up and rob the dice game (rahhh) High off the wet dip he decided to set trip (cuz) He let his pipe flame 'til the vice came I seen his nine aimed from the right lane I smashed on the gas before the light changed Double-check my Ruger guess it's a East Side thang (East Side) Couldn't picture my brain being in the wrong mindframe (never) The block's hot as California brush fire Some try to escape, run fast jump higher Some get they third strike the judge is the umpire Others get life, for skin color and one prior I know a hoe screaming, "Money over everything!" 'Til she got hooked on amphetamines and some deadly pills Made her steal her mama's wedding ring She sold it to somebody drug peddling and got high as Giuseppe heels It's unsettling, to see a depressed popping ketamine Chasing a feeling she will never feel Yet and still she does it she love it starts sluttin' like I never seen Fuckin' more niggas than a record deal (whoa) I seen my homies lookin' for a fast buck 'cause chicks heartless If she ain't down to date a nigga hangin' of a trash truck The bitch garbage Type of hoe that I pass up, leave her ass stuck A rich artist Yeah, I got my cash up now she want Neiman Marcus You gettin' Target You wack slut; huh, now a misogynist Your father shoulda dropped you off in yo' mama's esophagus Niggas roamin' through your girl's phone, that's pussy And I don't need no kinda gynecologist to acknowledge this You a whole-ass mark, that's hoe shit I be on some mo' shit, Cali-sylable flow shit Pacific Ocean coast shit the most lit and hoes get Balls in their jaws 'til they lookin' like blowfish I once ghostwrote for a coke brick Drove it down to Dallas with my down bitch from [?] Cops all around we were driving through Viceland Without gettin' hypeman, Busta Rhymes with no Spliff Now I'm just a sober-ass square Up in the Alchoholics Anonymous in a broken-ass chair Listen to the local older cats share horror stories 'bout throwin' back coke and Jack, holdin' back tears It's theraputic just to talk in that vicinity Maybe they can help me with my toxic masculinity, huh Life's about change, laundromat facility I promise that's the energy, rodger that You ain't gotta like me I'm drving, my top is back I'm feelin' me Before I post, I should probably tag my enemy I'm happy now