Cheer.
They turn me up in my headphones.
We're going to slow it down for you.
Keep them down, love.
Life full of lessons, nigga, real shit.
Money on my mind about to have a fit.
Like I fell in love with the bread and that's all I dream of.
I'm so high, nigga, vision so blurry.
I'm on the flight, low, touching down early.
I sat, nigga.
It's my turn.
I won't end.
My mind won't pretend.
My niggas soak up eight like where the fuck you been?
Laughing, kicking back, puffing big smoke.
Red bone in my lap off that deep throat.
Scarface out the whoopers, nigga, I know.
To the west about the four, that's how the breeze flow.
Get money with the cheese, bro.
The rules been written.
They never spoke.
I used to love her.
Now I just fuck her.
We used to ride right.
Now I better use the rubber.
This whole whip and shit.
This shit is undercover.
The gang so cold can't trust
Money on my mind like a migraine.
Obituary posted in that picture frame.
Shame how the game so switched.
I used to love a motherfucker.
Man, I miss that bitch.
Tight grip, him and shit.
How I spoke those words.
Let's pop a gang of pills and speak up, sir.
Words flow so beautiful.
Now it's all about who can do the whole.
Wet ass good done turn dry.
I hate the fucking bitch nigga.
Why lie?
But I can't let go.
Ghetto boys taught me.
Let a hoe be a hoe.
So every now and then I jump back in Trying to make me fall all in love again
I hope that bitch don't stop.
We used to ride right now, best to use a rubber.
This whole shit could be shit.
