Clouded Judgement

Lyrics

[Verse] I don't always do what's best, I confess Exhibit A, my ex, I rest my case Tell you the rest yesterday Starlito's Way, the Free at Last mixtape (Alright) This go 'round, I'm my own boss Trash Bag Gang, bitch, and I'm showing off (Grind Hard) Gotta give it up to 'dro and soft My latest yellow broad, I call her Mrs. Know-It-All Cheating on her man with Mr. Blow-It-All AKA What It Cost? I don't wanna talk 'Lito fell off, is that what they thought? Now she like, "Girl, let me tell you what this nigga bought" Couple gats and a loft, and that thrax kind of expensive So like a business expense, I tax write off soon as I get it Keep the shit so presidential, flow so existential With a pocket full of dead inventors Tryna put me up on shit that I'm already into And if she ain't street smart, that's cool, I'm heavy in her Motherfuck them pussy niggas that I never mention Mind on a million, still winning, I ain't petty, nigga Clique to clique, dick riding, you pathetic, nigga You can have that bitch, I already hit her She got miles like the Chevy nigga You don't want beef, I'll turn you to a veggie, nigga I'm a Sapien-omnivore Whose alibi was "he was out on tour Either that or courtside watching the Commodores Bad motherfucker, put that on the condom on the floor Swisher Sweets and a suite with a submissive freak Yeah, them bitches cheap when you get 'em geeked I love her brain, it feel like she missing teeth Probably get another chain, I'm on my Mr. T Made six Gs this week in Mississippi Speakers blew at my last show, but they ain't miss a beat I'm on fire, nigga, Richard P Getting Richard Pryor-ed on my next deal, yeah, this is me ('Lito) Lito, with my pistol and zip at least Cashville's streets dry, but I move like they slippery [Outro] Ayy, Cel', why you make the beat so fuckin' short?