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, b*tch, 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 n*gga 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 sh*t so presidential, flow so existential
With a pocket full of dead inventors
Tryna put me up on sh*t that I'm already into
And if she ain't street smart, that's cool, I'm heavy in her
Motherf*ck them pus*y n*ggas that I never mention
Mind on a million, still winning, I ain't petty, n*gga
Clique to clique, di*k riding, you pathetic, n*gga
You can have that b*tch, I already hit her
She got miles like the Chevy n*gga
You don't want beef, I'll turn you to a veggie, n*gga
I'm a Sapien-omnivore
Whose alibi was "he was out on tour
Either that or courtside watching the Commodores
Bad motherf*cker, put that on the condom on the floor
Swisher Sweets and a suite with a submissive freak
Yeah, them b*tches 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, n*gga, 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 f*ckin' short?