Lyrics:
Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday
Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna trap me
Every night dreamin 'bout livin' life lavish
his missus legitimate!
When that frew gets a grip of old Earwicker
Won't there be earwigs on the green?
Big earwigs on the green,
The largest ever
dead wrong
Not a day go by ion think about you dog
All dickie green fitted this one for you dog
This for taco
Yeah Life's like a maze where am I running
CashMoneyAP timmy Da Hitman
I'm extremely calm i'm extremely calm
Oh
Smokin' on a big pack, big gat, keep one in
(Keep one in) , let's go
Bitch
in the future as you see
One day tryna earn the big meal
I got the 777 dm it was a big deal
It's 18
I was tryna be a team
And make green
Now it's
every day
Plastic surgery breast implants the small hustler made you cry
Because he was confused, you lay while he play
Cleanin my house, you look
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
dreaming big never been odd to me
And since a kid ive been on a musical odyssey
I knew the day would come where I wouldn't be sorry in a pile of g's
Can't do no sleepin I be on the road gettin to the green
And when u creepin better up ur pole just don't tell a thing
Loud shots when I slide by I'm
Why is the sky bright blue?
Why is the grass so green?
Where do the big birds sleep at night?
Is it in the big tall tree?
The sun is so bright today
to the sky, Big, I did it, multi before I die
No lie, just know I chose my own fate
I drove by the fork in the road and went straight
See I'm a poet
you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline
("Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline")
("Now you're gettin' done without
Where's hot in the shade
Like 96s degrees almost every single day
We Lighting up my green
And then I pass it to the chiefs
Chilling under palm trees
While
Where's hot in the shade
Like 96s degrees almost every single day
We Lighting up my green
And then I pass it to the chiefs
Chilling under palm trees
While
and was raised, In place
Where its hot in the shade
Like ninety six degrees almost every single day
We Lighting up my green
And then I pass it
Where's hot in the shade
Like 96s degrees almost every single day
We Lighting up my green
And then I pass it to the chiefs
Chilling under palm trees
While
muddy
Shoulda went to green leaf
Smoking green leaf
In a straight jacket
Cause im Looney
Raining days, I just hope the sun shine on me
Everyday is gloomy
doing now
That's what we all been doing
That's what we all been doing now
Big thrills making them bills
It's just another day
Big thrills making them
puffs
Sipping tea at 8:30
Island time, baby ain't no rush
By noon, already caught a pump
Big brunch, already fueled up
Lotta protein, my fruit is plump
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
with a piece of
Shit like you for another day
This battle is like the
Alpha versus the Omega
Yeah you the start of it all
But I have evolved and became
believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the ho
like satan,
I pull up through the car wash, big stepper yeah you see my tats, what you say my name was? Yeah don’t call me that!
Chorus:
Maybe one day
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