Lil Tjay - June 22nd

Woke up in the morning, paranoid, my heater tucked
It's a calm day, time to tee it up
I called the plug, told him, "I'ma need some drink"
He said you want Trish or Keisha? I said, "Nigga, what you think?"
Got fried point blank, zombie mode, might faint
In the stu', grind more, this the picture I'ma paint
Tryna sign shit, it's the day that I met Ice Spice
She came through lookin' nice but I was thinkin', "What's the price?"
But back to me, fell asleep right in the stu', I'm lackin'
Pistol packed, he said, "I don't got it," then he cappin'
I'm not the type, the opps know me, I'm more like the shotta type
Strapped if I don't got to fight, used to have a pocket knife
Back to this, I'm tryna 'member so I don't gas this shit
Truth be told, on what I could see clearly, should be half of it
Plus, I can't spit certain shit, certain shit don't match with this
It's wavy and it fit the ball, but go against my practices
Passionate, next day, I'm back up on the same shit