Lyrics:
It’s 4am and I’m in my head again
Doc prescribes some medicine
I take 3 pills and I down em at once
Now I feel off so I light the blunt
Take a drag
Ghosty
Mmhmm
The Trident keep bootin' my drum in
I'm goin' to trial, it's all or nothin'
Blacked out cars and we leave no trails
Buck into us,
richer after all
Buy a city like akon
Bo you know I'm bout to ball
We getting richer after all all
3-D straw this strawland
Ball like wesley baldwin
4 -7
faster? Can?t you blast her out?
SMOCK
But the woman?s room on Level 4 is only three by three. We wouldn?t want to reduce her to atoms, that would be
This another chance to get it right I know it
Lighting pokes up just to get by
And keep a level head damn right I'm smoking
Breaking down the weed I'm
way more than enough
Trying hard to grow up
Trying hard to leave
Trying hard to find out
Who I'm gonna be
Shadows move with grace
Hit you in the face
the Draco
I dont really give a fuck but what you trying to say hoe
I just poured up four I got to lay low
Bitch I'm getting money I don't pay hoes
Still been
One AM, stone as night
Still blessed man to be here man
Real shit, so I'm still kicking it
I do it better than most of these guys
Getting money
by tryna maintain
Last call, light's flickering
I can see these ladies whispering
I'm throwing lines out like a fisherman
Pardon me for eavesdropping
the crowd wilin', they spittin' more
Drive by in the '5-5, forget a '4
Five, five and another five, we get a show
Fifteen and another five, you'll get some
flight, nigga I can't lie
Straight up out the Chi, so a nigga got mob ties
Hittin' her from the back, now I'm fucking up her jaw line
Reworked the numbers,
screwed
Switch to the k, pulling up board day
We gon pop out the top, hit him from the sunroof
I be getting paid in the lab, I'm always making hits
Ima take
of flows
I got this game mapped out, like a poster shows
From East to West I'm one of the best, from coast to coast
Turning corners in the hood still,
on me fuck 5 or Feds
Should have been at home instead
Getting kisses by your neck
But I'm out here road shit giving me stress
Oh baby what is the matter
I
with the hate, I'm allergic
I feel like they had me on standby
See the pain in my damn eyes
I got out of jail and my mans died
I never sleep, I'm
that nigga lied twin
Rolling up gelato inna gar im bouta fly twin
Four hundred fifty four grams by my mac book
Do u want the girl scout cookies
Just go getters
Cause we all shiners
Got it out da mud
Now I'm gettin gwala
Niggas mug
Cause I'm getting hotter
No helicopter
But we keep da choppa
I be
and got some money so I let it stack
I ain't the one to be fucked wit
I ain't the type to be public
I'm moving in silence, I can get violent
All by my
You can catch me round that cake on some baker shit
I be quick to kick it off on some Aiker shit
Two fours on me and I'm balling that's some Laker
the blender spinning
Phone banging, she with three friends
I'm 'bout to four-way it
Riding in them foreigns with them ratchets
Had lil' bro clank 'em
No angel,
Bit by bit, I'm gonna get my bricks out in the sticks
Bit by bit, I'm gonna build my house in the wildest thickets
I'm gonna get away from all
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
Let me start off by introducing myself
My name is Bebo from the station all I want is the wealth
I'm going crazy money making trying to better myself
a Candy Slab I put these bitches on 4's
Shawty, I be in the Audi
I'm getting toppy from a thottie
Versace Gianni on my body
Don't give a fuck about your
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