Anti-Social (feat. Rozei)

Yeah I get the ball and I dunk it Either that or I'm passing the roc We just some young niggas from the block Real nigga, I don't talk alot I stay in my lane, smokin' that mary jane Not for the pain It's just a gateway, to get away from the hoes and their drama I'm here for the commas, the daughters and fuck it I'm taking they mommas Uh Ain't nun' changed, still old' me Posted up w/ the OGs and we smokin' that OG kush Straight from the soil, the young niggas outta control Killlin' shows, duckin' hoes, stackin' dough Shit nigga yeah, you know how it go Million dollars minimum for the flow Selling records never sellin' my soul Adonis is back in the kitchen, plottin' with Rozei The game chose us we had no say Yeah Can't wait til we all paid then I'm comin' for all the shit that I couldn't get Feel like Ahmad Lewis how I'm reminiscing bout Back In The Day (Reaper) She got some money to be greedy (Greedy) Colder than the season (Season) Struggle for the cheese (Yeah) No money in my fees, but I kinda smell like cheese Smokin' til Chinese (Oh Lord) Sippin' til I'm slow, me and reaper know (Facts) Bop your head bro, we gon' take you to the show They crazy for them lopes and we gonna make it Hella elevating So much green, Jamaican Pay day on a rain day I'm southside, bouta slip 'n slide Oh my god, on the beat I glide This your life and you gotta decide If your rap ain't down then we here to revive Niggas fake and they pickin' sides Skinny white bitch and she got no pride Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace