Burner what up nigga
It's that urban farmer shit
That driving slow in a fast car
Burn a weed the zip underneath the seat to see
Drinking two bottles at the same damn time damn time place in order sin can't even finish all of it
No fault in my loop
No holes in my crew
No balls in my chain
My car got no room got no the riders with me everywhere and all of them
Shoot probably heard some things about me naming all of them true
We came from nothing to something
Niggas eased up in the game. I just jumped in jumped out 16 selling cds and hustling
Had to learn fuck niggas not to trust in trust made a way. So now they treating me like royalty
And fuck the money niggas riding over loyalty, but when it come to money i'm all about it
So to speak put on for my dogs do anything for my queen four eyes rest
I'm living a dream wake up tomorrow on the floor heated toilet seats. I'm balling hard
You should enjoy the seats. I bet this hundred thousand cash and show your belief
That if you walk hard, then this what you could earn as the kush burn
I'm fresh pick from the hills red eight inch heels on my new bitch
She brought me all big face bills and my chevrolet dizzy
You don't know how it feels to lose a mil two months shit's way too real. I saw my mom last night
One hell of a dream. She told me keep your head up and follow your dream
Empty bottles of lean and white cups in their hand looking half dead sad, but I don't try to understand a rock louis
Because I can't a brat 84 grams and only fucking bitches that put money in my hands playing hundred dollar hands
20k at the palms. I drink all day long and throw some dank in the bar
My whips too clean. I bet the hate that I bought I throw two shots back without a chaser at all
I let the stones in my pinky ring talk for me, dog
And I don't talk numbers with random cats in the club
I throw a 50 pack on the back of the truck and get a crazy rush when I get to wrapping them up
No fingerprints by the fresh package of gloves. I'm blowing blood in the club come fuck with the plug with the plug with the plug
I stay mine fucking bitches, baby. Give me the cash. I'm still haunted by my past bullets shattered the glass
Them shells on the floor caught up with them fast. I'm watching time fly the coke tuck tighten the stash
My old head told me slow down for a crash. I try and listen, but i'm living like tonight is my last
And my all black fit drunk and ready to shoot ready in the coop. So dope. I don't know what to do
In the crib so big I can't get to my room
I crashed out on the couch in my jeans and my shoes drinking booze in the afternoon smoking on hash
Two hits off the dab boy. I'm gone off wax
Cartier frames on my 501s. I'm in the slums with a millionaire high -end drunk
They try to stay tied in with the high -end plug. I'm like a king with this weed bitch. I am but
Six slugs in my 38
I told little mama go and get her money straight
I told whiz break the weed down and roll up a shameless and watch fools run away when we finally blaze it. I'm so high
