Imma lay this beat real quick What you thinking flops and still be Have to drop then cop the watch now All these motherfuckers try to compete What is life for a guy like me Work hard try to make ends meet but The end of the week is weak cause it's right back In the position where it used to be but We slow it down real slow I just wanna let oyu know That life ain't really that bad Like this song go Fool around getting O When we get you paper, paper Running round and doing shit for all these haters You papers choking haters smoking But it really is I hate when they ask my ass Like 'bro, what's up?' Running up just chill, this beat is never enough
Smoke joints I ain't worried bout tobacco Dunk pass let'em pass like Joe Flacco Cause all I really need is friends, these friends and We do this every weekend, weekend What's up? Smoke joints I ain't worried bout tobacco Dunk pass let'em pass like Joe Flacco Cause all I really need is friends, these friends and We do this every weekend, weekend What's up?
I got a date with Destiny, she never hit me though Really to sit around and listen to the radio Pop shows it's all like that ... I hate the cops cause all they wanna do is arrest you I'm trying to buy you drop I hope that shit invest you They say that time is money That's funny cause I'm hoping I'm not too late Get you bonded get out the vest I know that God blessed you Will he come to my rescue I think it's good to party Will take you down the ride Say he's comfortable but I think it's that a lie He went to school to learn, earn money, probably read I went to school to learn on how to burn the weed I rap for one percent... Trying to battle rap getting down the magic hat What kind of tag is that dog? Leave and draw Do we all follow the law? So don't judge me cause I'm arrogant My shoes are musty Still my crew look out for me And all these groupies wanna hug me Dressing up like a druggie don, I don't need your money Give you your album you're a coup man now get the fuck away I mean I know you love me That's why you can drop my ass When they need a hit... I said it not to brag, I really mean it though Me I got my own shot You fuck boys now hear me though If you see me in Boston drinking bottles of the stoop Smoking joint with your boy, get real with the dude Don't try and play me like you needy girl I know the prices Life is beautiful I only got a couple vices
Smoke joints I ain't worried bout tobacco Dunk pass let'em pass like Joe Flacco Cause all I really need is friends, these friends and We do this every weekend, weekend What's up? Smoke joints I ain't worried bout tobacco Dunk pass let'em pass like Joe Flacco Cause all I really need is friends, these friends and We do this every weekend, weekend What's up? What's up? What's up?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
