Lyrics

I'm sorry momma I been hiding it but trapping in my blood A quarter brick I just put on the counter Know you heard a thud I ain't even get no heads up I'm turning off my hud Better get yo little mans before I leave em saying crud Roll it up I bet I'm faster and I'll roll you up a spud Two big potato looking blunts of equal size We sparking up some lookalikes Be sure the camera sitting right I want that angle in the light I need a candle all the gas is in the pipe This a crazy double life My baby momma feeling strife I think I got some kids that I don't know I joke about it all the time Laugh away the hurt inside Steady bitching over pride I'll murder beats and put em in a urn Cremation of a rhyme Ashes all return to earth Becoming intertwined Size em up, don't never let em outta line Can't be scared to hit decline Sleep and hit fast forward That's how life gone pass you by Remembering those memories But you can't never press rewind Damn girl I know that nigga hurt you I know that nigga cursed you Living life without a virtue Put that pussy on me tho If you a ten I might not curve you Bring a friend Give me what I want You know I'll reimburse you Baby What have you done for him lately Can you bond me out with yo birthday money Baby Left a lil something at my mommas Can you watch it for me maybe You know I fuckin love my pretty lady I been rejected more times that I've been accepted It takes a little minute I'm learning to be eclectic I know my daughter growing and shit but I can't accept it And I don't need no people that's gone run when it get hectic I done had a lot of bad shit happen But when I look back it's a blessing Rolling 3 deep in this bitch Y'all know I stay with Smith and Wesson Fuck a nigga talking shit I'll boot his ass for second guessing If you ever doubted me Then you about to learn your lesson Slamming bars like a cell block Serving nothing but hell rock I done ran me up a hundred You taking nothing but jail cock I been thuggin since my daddy used to live in America The dumb shit I done did Mom I know I embarrassed ya I could say that I'm sorry but what's a word without action A lust for the money is like a fatal attraction We all want it all can't be fine with a fraction Don't forget to switch it after each and every transaction In a black Nissan five deep We drinking four lokos Three of us too fucked up and one sleep We taking photos This bitch done threw up all over the car We need some new hoes Her friend got some friends We finna ditch her gotta scoop those Buddy simple proud he cuffed a thot I tell em kudos My partner got his whip creeping and crawling on some new vogues Can't keep a stack your girl just keep on bitching bout some new clothes Don't blame nobody but yourself you live the shit that you chose Old head with a young face Don't know nothing but to paper chase Got that shit from my dog KG Mane Shoutout my dog K jeezy He used to talk like that all the time in the dorm Yerrr Coke behind the speakers in a burnout Whipping mommas mini van Upgraded finna swerve out Get her in the car and get ahead like I was racing Then I stab her with my dick cause it's the twelfth and I ain't Jason Man I really want my ex But she ain't fucking with me no more Tried to hit her sister They too cool that was a no go Hit this other shorty line She got excited she like yolo You know I love my Mexicans You know I love my cholos I been a thousandaire for a lil minute If you broke you ain't gone tell me none I'll sit there and listen tho Maybe I can learn some How not to be a bum And what not to do with money How you started a career and ended up chasing honey Getting married was yo biggest regret Feel like a dummy I know this hitting home for hella people ain't it funny Seeing figures in the corners of my eyes Try not to pay attention Demons and their tricks are getting old Did I forget to mention Been at it a thousand times over Still keeping good retention Can't do no bending or breaking That's beyond comprehension Half these people buckle under pressure Call em old suspension Preparations have to be made before you begin ascension So this what we doing I'm preparing We we're preparing For our ascension To the top To the top of the world The top of the food chain Whatever Greenlight Hustle gang shit
Writer(s): Enrique Torres Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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