Lyrics:
life is a bitch well I just got laid
Pull out my phone
Check my bank
And I just got paid
I pray for only green lights cause I don't got brakes
(Uh)
You
Broad day light give ya daymares
Send em packing like take care
Caught em napping like daycare
He don't know what happen by the blank stare
Pistol pointed
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
and of course she love to smoke
Khalifa Kush, plentiful, its top notch cannabis
And when I'm in album mode, I'm awol
I stay workin on my hooks like Nate Dogg
But
I wanna thank y'all for supporting Juice Music Group
And this new album called Society's Genius by Juice Jones
I was poverty's fool
But now I'ma give
Don't fuck with that boy, don't play with that boy, he's out of his mind
24 hours 7 days of the week been out of my grind (PUT ME ON!)
So high in
know, you gotta know there's no love in the street
Power, what it takes to succeed
You gotta know, don't be controlled by the things you can't see
I'm
up the album and give it a try for once
And run and tell your homies that these motherfuckers will die for us
So many questions, fingers pointing for
reds of greens. Kill, robbery soldiers
Born 2 ride, killers born 2 die, mommas born 2 cry.
Wild like the lone fucking ranger, niggas from the South
day lemme rise up to achieve
One day lemme migrate overseas (Yo)
Lemme skirt around sunset boulevard
Flip out the 5S
Send love to the team
When I mean
[Intro]
Yo, this song is about, well I guess this most of this album is about some of the relationships in my life, past, present and future
Uh,
lamb chops
Raided by the feds that got Fred shot
Scared of getting caught, 'cause we know it's wrong
Bullets in the ghetto have you thinking it's
need each other more than ever, don't leave me by myself..
[Chris]
Young Chris... (check it)
Young Neef..
Together for ever, Neef & see
I give
don't make you hella green
It Just makes you hella green
And I've been feeling heavenly
Ever since the day I picked up my pen and started to write my sins
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
Get money
Make money
Blow money
Bag more honeys
Cuz this bag got money
Ima make it rain
Tho the day still sunny
Yet this money stay coming
Like
homie I just take my time
I don't stay up on the gossip I just stay up on my grind
If you see the green dot by my name I'm prolly up
Making moves
Off my 9, off my roll
Have a toast
Off of 9, by the hour off payroll
Off the wage, on the wave
How it goes
Stream sales don't mean nothing
But a post
protected by allah
Living like broke college kids even after school was done and putting everything we got into this
for one day Inshallah to live like
inspired by the corner kind
Foreign ride, tints on thirty-five, trap door inside
For the stick, '95's for the kicks
Neon green, I had 'em too but was
for a drive-by
In the Golden State
And I was clocking away every day
Like it was just for play
Product of the government's foul play
A 80s kid
And it
stupid to know about
Pop songs your new boyfriend's too stupid to know about
True he likes the Breeders
He thinks Green Day's pretty swell
But what about
a Cheeto
Make a bad move and your soul is getting repossessed
Going for the green like ceelo
Giving cold shoulders cause nobody brought a brief coat
Yes,
love
I Don't give a fuck cuz the World don't Dude
Voice Infinite if a bitch trick shoots
Question is who gone live, me or you?
Shit next day I'm looking
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