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BACK TO THE BOOTH (223)
by MarcoMoney
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Yop cmon
I can give a fuck if a nigga out here hating ima still shine
Bitches tryna stalk ain't Tony Hawk but I still grind
If I ever said I miss my
Never mind cmon
If I ever said I miss my ex I'm off pills and lines
And I'm still getting closer to them rubber bands
My right hand man died on me Ion want no friends
My bitch been with me from the start she don't wanna end
Before my brother left he sent a text and said "You one of them"
I still ain't changed my name to Arco
Cause I still ain't touched a M
I'm serving gas and going hard though
Fuck it let it spark though
In the middle of the club they don't think I got it on me but the Yop close
But damn that's the way we live
I feel like Biz Markie to them hoes I gotta tell them that they just a friend
Niggas switched I reminisce bout what we could've been
I was taking L's I did this shit myself so I can get a win
I remember being hungry, fucked up, we gon eat though
We ain't even have no bucks, what the fuck I can't leave bro
I really know these niggas personally like turn the beat off
But if I was to put it on the flo I'll be wrong
We was in the G off the tree, making weak songs
If we ain't have no place to sleep or nun to eat we go to V's mom
But its good cause I got em, we gon be on
I don't care about shit now that Bo and Liek gone
Uh aye
Ima risk it all
15 minutes before the crash, damn I missed the call
Can you take me back to the past when we wished to ball
I don't know if my life gon last, might not get tomorrow
I wanna sleep forever, only see you in my dreams
I'm surrounded by the fake, you was the realest on my team
I'm getting older I don't got no shoulder I just lean
Double cup this ain't Folgers but inside I got cream
Man i'm still sick I still gotta ride with 223s
And I'm still talking shit, don't gotta prove a thing
Lil bro, he be trynna spin like a DVD
But it's getting hot might get caught if you don't see the ring
Even down on my lowest I was acting coo
When I needed you, you wasn't there so now I'm acting rude
And now they book me for the show, I'm tryna pack the room
I need to get them racks to relax, I'm back to the booth
Yop cmon
I can give a fuck if a nigga out here hating ima still shine
Bitches tryna stalk ain't Tony Hawk but I still grind
If I ever said I miss my
Never mind cmon
If I ever said I miss my ex I'm off pills and lines
And I'm still getting closer to them rubber bands
My right hand man died on me Ion want no friends
My bitch been with me from the start she don't wanna end
Before my brother left he sent a text and said "You one of them"
I still ain't changed my name to Arco
Cause I still ain't touched a M
I'm serving gas and going hard though
Fuck it let it spark though
In the middle of the club they don't think I got it on me but the Yop close
But damn that's the way we live
I feel like Biz Markie to them hoes I gotta tell them that they just a friend
Niggas switched I reminisce bout what we could've been
I was taking L's I did this shit myself so I can get a win
I remember being hungry, fucked up, we gon eat though
We ain't even have no bucks, what the fuck I can't leave bro
I really know these niggas personally like turn the beat off
But if I was to put it on the flo I'll be wrong
We was in the G off the tree, making weak songs
If we ain't have no place to sleep or nun to eat we go to V's mom
But its good cause I got em, we gon be on
I don't care about shit now that Bo and Liek gone
Uh aye
Ima risk it all
15 minutes before the crash, damn I missed the call
Can you take me back to the past when we wished to ball
I don't know if my life gon last, might not get tomorrow
I wanna sleep forever, only see you in my dreams
I'm surrounded by the fake, you was the realest on my team
I'm getting older I don't got no shoulder I just lean
Double cup this ain't Folgers but inside I got cream
Man i'm still sick I still gotta ride with 223s
And I'm still talking shit, don't gotta prove a thing
Lil bro, he be trynna spin like a DVD
But it's getting hot might get caught if you don't see the ring
Even down on my lowest I was acting coo
When I needed you, you wasn't there so now I'm acting rude
And now they book me for the show, I'm tryna pack the room
I need to get them racks to relax, I'm back to the booth
