Lyrics:
on your heels and do circles like he was Curly Neal
but oh no, the liquor got quicker to his head and he said
"I think I musta placed some stupid bets"
he
fuckin' road block
A lot of niggaz shit sound dated
I'm like Shaq, franchise player just got traded
To the number one team in the league
See I ain't on J
Uh, ah, fuck it, we all poor
Even if you got money, still lookin' for more
Why am I buyin' Rollies? I got twenty for sure
Still connect witchu,
that poop mouth full of s***
Now I got a new fit
I know that I'm too sick
Bands in the bag yeah call that a blue zip
Weed so fluffy looking like an old
Tryna go New York with the team to get paid
Know that I'm only twenty-one, but I'm a savage that's chasing a dream
As hard as it seem, I want all the ice
balling, Dr. J
Man this shit is way too loud
I cannot hear what you say
Think you got it got it
Baby I don’t go on holiday
Do this everyday
Till this shit
I've got something here in mind
If you meet me here at two, I think you'll like the view
Of that long green when you crack that safe tonight
He was
ain't making moves
You standing in place
I'm making moves like I got a new place
I still open doors, I still go on dates
Indian style, let her sit on my
Bless the day that I laid my eyes on you
Bless the night that we made love by the moon
Yesterday memories
Just can't get out of my head
You came
Now I'm thinking sweet revenge
I put you on the front page of the news
And now I'm singing
You're fucked, I'm screwed
Got nothing left to lose
Wasting my time with you baby you know i feel wasted
Got my heart shattered, but I can't really erase it,
I'm stuck in this cycle, can't seem
'm on the east side
Tell them hoes that I'm in the east Bay
Tell them hoes that I'm with Jose in a U-Haul truck finna ship that yay'
Tell the hoes that I got
original S.U.C., mane
While y'all swallowing hate I be swallowing drank
So I always got to go pee, man
Fuck Mike Mack, but me and J cool
Got to feed my
got the room
It's only made for two, like we inside the coop
Bishop how they got juice, & I was Q, by the roof
Always been the Bobby brown out the group
Night after night
I’m wasting my time
Cause all I do is think of you
Time passing by
Wish I could rewind
I miss everything we used to do
birthday
Can't keep count
New Years Eve all the freaks come out
And the room keeps spinning on me round and round we go
I don't got no more drugs
Homegirl
a new mission, I got it so timely
100% of these people is grimy
That include me although I look shiny
When I run from the world it remind me
That I
girl she makes me sick
She's got a wad of bills 6 inches thick
Got a brand new stereo a new TV
Everybody's got nice stuff but me
I want a stereo I want
I got issues delivering bad news
I don't let people down 'til I have to
I got patience but it isn't infinite
I take love but I'm no good at givin' it
just got to be a little bad
I knew Jack and, my goodness, he was bad
He was bad, bad news
You just got to be a little bad because, if you ain't
The great
pretend for
You claim your rollie tick but it’s all talk
Yeah
And when I fill up the vault
I still burn a J while I sip on the malt
I still got the J’s
New car, new fit, new design
I do this shit for humankind
New car, new fit, new design
(New design)
New tech, new fit, new design
(Yeh)
Ain't no bit
(Monsta's gon' tear it up)
Like my hunnids blue (blue)
Bad bitches, yeah, I keep 'em by the two
It's a big difference between me and you
I
I'ma get in the whip and get chased by all my highs, oh
Smoke up, and relax, that's my way
All I wanted was a wife, but I got fake
Her nigga flexin'
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