Might Not (feat.The Weeknd)

Everybody 'round me saying I should relax

Cause I been going hard 'til my eyes roll back but

All I want to do is forget about my past

And smoke a little weed, really nothing too drastic

Any time you see me in a picture and I'm smiling

Probably cause I'm faded or I'm chilling with the fans and

Not really the type to let a nigga talk back

But imma let it slide cause my niggas too violent

Shoutout to the ones who spend money like a habit

Even if they had a million dollars, they'd be trapping

Got a couple girls shooting movies on the mattress

Then I hit the booth, make the motherfucking soundtrack

Then I play it back on the eighty-inch plasma

Then I get 'em faded off that super fantastic

Roll that grandmaster, smell it through the plastic

Nobody can handle me, I'm gone when the shit's too strong

The night's too long

I took too much and I've gone too far

And I might not make it

I might not make it

This time I might not make it

I might not make it

I might not make it

This time I might not make it

I might not make it

I might not make it

This time I might not make it

I might not

Bitches know, told a ho it's different strokes for different folks

Came up out the north, we was playing with a different snow

Took my niggas from the four-one to pacific coast

We no longer put no fish scale on the fishing boat

Listen, ho, I know all you bitches want is liquor, smoke (liquor, smoke)

I know all you bitches want is dick and dough (dick and dough)

Told her, "you don't gotta make it difficult"

Baby, sit calm, we don't need another episode

Hippy bitches sending me titty pictures

She told me no religion was the new religion

She said she don't believe in God, but her shoes christian

I heard she serving everybody like the soup kitchen

Getting hoes higher, getting hoes higher

She got work in the morning, I'm getting hoes fired

Why the fuck you call it purp when you mix it pink?

You know I fucking mix the drinks when the shit's too strong