Peach Fanta (feat. Bleu Levees)

You know how we do, No one can play us Get left behind, Can't keep up, Can not stay with us My phone constantly ringing on the way up Keep getting complaints from my neighbors Bitches falling off because they barely hear from me, really their just mad cause it ain't shit that they can get from me Got a couple real friends, my Mama taught me how to look for 'em The rest of these folks, I ignore em...not important They just talk about each other, Pretend to be cool with each other You know... broke bitch shit They only focused on each other ha I just rearrange, You can always be replaced You can't contribute to the circle I know you so in love with Laura, you bitches goofy, Steve Urkel Say round, we don't play round Tell these hoes Move around, this ain't no muufuckin playground I work so hard, no days off Take those rose colored shades off Fucking with the kid, you been talking shit Know a nigga that'll probably blow your brains out Please forgive me for my ways, I'm searching for brighter days What can I say I know I'm not livin' right, I've been blinded by the light but I'm not moved by shade Please don't throw it in my face, I've been going off 3 hours and I'm under paid Pardon me, I just woke up and since we're here now bitch, fuck Sallie Mae I guarantee you'll win if you take my advice yeah You can't escape the fuck shit, it's a part of life They will talk anyway so just stay up Keep on doing you and never change up Ooo Gah dammit I'm high up, they can't stand it Stay away from the bullshit Just got back, I just landed Somebody get the camera, babe approach me with some manners I'm high up, I look good, I taste better than Peach Fanta Ooo Gah dammit I'm high up, they can't stand it Stay away from the bullshit Just got back, I just landed Somebody get the camera, babe approach me with some manners I'm high up, I look good, I taste better than Peach Fanta What's the word what's the word I got the word for these bitches My nerves bad took a pill and a swisher j dilla with the beats lil nigga lil killa ima a lil b tiller Make her sing on a nigga Rain on a nigga drop Change on a nigga Cuz I'm feeling kinda bad Break chains off a nigga if you please I'll make the depression drop to your knees Ah please I'll pay you a dollar plus a degree Getting greedy never stand still Got to move with the groove dropping on you like an anveil Life fake but the cash real Or life fake but that ass real So I hit it from the back till she coming out currency Wear a different hat because I like it in currently Director Musician Producer Medusa I gotta Seduce ya Me guesta I like to lumbada ( Oh I like to ) It's a real life or a trill life Don't mind me just living my real life It's a trill life Or a thrill ride I see you but nigga don't see what you feel like I got no room for the still life Only got room for a bad wife Good head on her satilite Taking trips you know paradise Won't believe what I'm paying All night no day in Hair growing so nappy feeling like I'm going super sayin Kama Hama Hama ha Nat turner on yo job Peter piper getting rob Picked the black pepper know it's almistad Coming back harder than I ever thought Martin Luther King dreams what I caught running through the city knowledge what I sought Pedal to the devil till I'm seeing God Hoe