At My Best - At My Best lyrics

[Verse 1] Even at my worst I'm at my best Bet if I had it all I'd ask for less And we ain't got sh**, so we ask what's next Bet I reach in the sky and grab a jet for my respect Hop on my Lojack, I plan to hi-jack Paid a taxi on the way and rob 'em on the ride back Crabs in this barrel reaching for me like a climax I'm strapped, these n***as might run up in my pad for my iPad And if she got that apple bet you I mack I watch that thing jiggle in 3D, IMAX She said she got a knot and need a man to tie that Smellin' like cucumber and lilacs, I like that These pain k**ers don't really help with the pain I crush 'em, snortin' mountains up yet everything's the same My bills divide everything up and nothing remains But once you've lost everything, there's nothing left but to gain Real words if I ever spoke some OG kush be the ashes the phoenix rose from Roll bills and rail lines 'til my nose numb f**ing off with the devil until the Lord come [Break 2] Everywhere I go I got ho on my dick No I don't like it, I love that sh** I love that sh**, I love that sh** No I don't like it, I love that sh** [Verse 2] I got this aura that'll blind you Like a rush hour glare across your windshield Crash with any rapper alive, they often get k**ed I was just a little boy, riding my big wheel Now I'm the man and I'm going H.A.M. like Smithfield Y'all don't know about them Smithfield hams That southern food greens, macaroni and yams Rice pudding and pig feet, baby onions, liver Boil the turkey neck bone and deep fry the gizzard, mmm Gotta visit my grandmama She ain't dead, she alive It's just been forever since I stopped by Mi-Ma forgive me, I been out on my grind But I keep you right by my money, that's on my mind all the time [Break] And I'm smoking on loud with the homies Riding 'round yelling, "f** the police!" My man rolled up, has got tore off And now your best friend becomes your co-d [Verse 3] Even at my worst, I'm better than y'all Gettin' head in the whip right ahead of the law They pay me how I weigh, or weigh me by the cadence So you could bet I'm getting scratch like a rapist Cause when my finger itch You could get hit with a clip of stinger tips All up in your teeth and sh** No ratatatat just blow, cause I don't like repeating sh** All disoriented from the liquor shots and reefer hits If you twisting up I need a hit f** is this? I'm seeing sh** I take another hit, I'm deep in sh** I'm tired of screaming, sh**, f** it, you could keep the whip But you know I hold it down Every damn day, ten toes on the ground No tear no frown, now I got the whole world up in my sound [Break 3] No one to cry on I need shelter from the rain To ease the pain Of changing from boys to men [Verse 4] f** yo couch, my shoes cost more You had like 12 strokes on par 4 What you call wifeys, we call hoes What we call closets, you call stores [Hook] I got 56 grams of the sour Running through this sh** like it's some Reggie That's a high-cla** lowlife, high-cla** lowlife High-cla** lowlife I paid two thousand for this bottle of the Louis Pour it out on b**hes like the Belve That's a high-cla** lowlife, high-cla** lowlife High-cla** lowlife They should've never let them n***as in the back with money They don't know how to act (Rock on, rock on) No they don't know how to act (Rock on, rock on) Should've never let them n***as in the back get money They don't know how to act (Rock on, rock on) Naw they don't know how to act (Rock on, rock on) [Verse 5] Watch as I drag my nuts on all of y'all I got lipstick on my collarbone Stuntin' on these n***as, rockin' lots of gold Still I'm jackin' toilet paper out my momma home From the 804 I thought that you should know Cause very few make it out, but I maneuvered though She threw the poon at me, had to let that cutie know I'm grown, now I think it's time I graduate to booty hole I'm jokin' but I'm not, smokin' on that pot You know what I'm about Her and her, you and you, come hop in my ride I'm gon' twist this sour, we gon' scrape the sky I-I, don't lie b**h, you know you ain't never been this high And you can't go back to that guy When you been with the likes of this guy Twistin' up that haze, n***a, my brain sizzle like a fish fry n***as actin' fishy we let clips fly [Hook]