September

Movin so crazy I been livin lazy Spark another Roll some mo Call shorty chef some crazy Eggs and bacon baby It's 12:45 Put some mo on the side Might have to take a plate please Damn where I put my phone now I been in a zone now Rollin so long That a nigga Rolled a stone Up On his phone And grabbed some mo now Talkin to his bros now Watching videos now Eyes been movin low now His brother put his phone down He pulled a instrumental up He tryna spit an shit He copped Masson From down the street My nigga feelin it A nigga feelin it I'm stuck myself So ain't no way I get a sentence in Then bro start sentencin He talk about his shorty, he talk about a 40 , he talk about the shit They used to talk about when they was kids Watching rick and morty, or forty, the niggas on the 40 When he was rockin clinton portis on back of his jorsy The 26 the glory We rolled another now it's bron, mj or kobe He told me bro i got a shorty on the way with shorty Pop pop he told us wrap it up i shoulda known he told me Now he got a shorty on the way Workin every day Wake up 6 to work from 8 to 8 He stayed at grandmas house it's half the distance from his house into the job And now he livin out the box of Cheerios that grandma got She still can chef a steak or two never has the time I been tryna wine Tryna sip some wine I open up the lemonade And open up my mind Tryna find the time To think about the times That me and bro would talk about Just being in the league Used to pass for 3 and now we pass the tree He hit a couple times And then he passed it back to me I ashe it on the tree Ashe it on the tree