W.A.D.H.

Rhode Island to Frank
 A nigga bucked on my shoulder while i'm walking to church
 Sanctuary my home and i've been needing to pray
 Isolate in my room and ash the curb on the jay
 Slim looking too hard
 Bitch i wish that you would
 Take a step on that sandbar
 My fist in the moon
 Switch i'm ending your lights
 And stick my head to the goons
 I peep the corner at 12
 The tide is higher at noon
 My heart is nucleur fission
 I split an atom in two
 Only sol and y luna
 Mi mami pop with a tool
 She hold and calling me papi
 I pop like party balloons
 I pop like shots in the new year
 You popping your truth
 Yeah
 Million dollars and a Bentley
 Wishing harder for an Enzo
 I was sober when you met me
 Changes happened when i met low
 Lower standard on my friendship
 Only kept you cuz you hate alone
 Soothe say what you dont say
 What you should say when you get close
 Fuck boy why you running around
 See your spot nigga run in yo house
 Pop shit you get sent to the cloud
 Ten niggas with hundreds of rounds
 Talk loud i can quiet you down
 No beef you get sent to the ground
 Loose teeth get you knocked in the mouth
 No speak we go pound for the pound
 No speed you a target for sight
 Smoke cheef then you bleeding amounts
 Slow creep with your weakness in sight
 No leaf but i'm hidden in sound
 Fuck nigga i'll buss in yo head
 Birdbox when i'm off of the heads
 Medicated when i'm meditating
 Heavy burden imma set it straight then