I know some love niggas that thirst scream that pop the bitch on cam and we ain't talking
about twerking, shooting up cribs, turning porches to smoke screens, mama smoking nightmares
chasing her pipe dream, hard to give advice behind the monitor car, so it's limits have
ceilings cause it's pop behind walls, school become a free meal, street become a cheap
thrill, same price as pop pay, he gone pay a cheap deal, hourglass empty but he looking
for a refill, revolver break dancing yeah he make that bitch windmill, guess it's just
a cycle in the city of the chrysler, everybody live in spiteful nigga looking just to ice
you, so we live in hostels just the cops and mariposa, trench coat mafia, for a little
hollister, gotta get his dollars up, so he hit the dice game, lost all his re -up, now
he ride the dice game, probation violation, call his ass the son of satan, got these old
niggas scared like it's chrysler lincoln chase, plus they been through cases they ain't trying
to go back, fresh meat up on the street, he give a fuck about that, snatch a car to his
damn town where I'm same damn week, trying to get the same bitches on the same damn street,
rob a whole ass nigga at the same damn time, at the same damn time, at the same damn time
cause they gremlin, gremlin, he just wanna smoke some kush shit, fuck with some hoes
at the mall, for that shit he wish it all, baby face and all, my lil nigga got a ball,
lil nigga got a ball, run up on you where that money at, fuck nigga after that, lean
in that double cup, lil nigga screwed up, pop a pill nigga, and he on feel nigga, you
do it in a song, he do it for real nigga, and all his OG's either dead or in prison,
are scared to talk to him, like fuck it they won't listen, unnecessary shit, thinking that
he has to, a pair of true and legit dog, my lil nigga blast you, listening to 2 Chainz
they thinking bout college, I wonder if he knew that, 2 Chainz with the college, I wonder
if he knew that, with that change his mind, guess that's something we'll find in due time
