Late nights in the studio bumping Hall & Oates
Not paying attention burnt my fingers on the roach
I told my homies keep the peace, the same thing I told my folks
Because when I start getting money there's some shit that it provokes
Wait 'til I start eating, can we wait 'til I got ends
I got to get myself together before I can help a friend
Trying to get some Philly heat from off the street into this pen
Out on this pad to feed my mom, my dad, my bros, my future kin

I've been playing big sister to a lot of motherfuckers
But I don't mind it
Just want to afford the highest of hotels, bro
Still smoke behind it
Baby that's the truth. That's all I want to do
And I'mma buy two cars
Like a truck and then a Coupe

The truck for when I ride out, and everybody cool
And on my off days grab the Coupe so nigga I cannot scoop
Because I'm emotionally drained
But I'm so mentally high
And I'm so physically fine
I feel like everything is mine
And I took my time, I was waiting on this for a couple fucking years
Waited until gathered up a couple fucking ears and I made it more potent than a lot of my peers
Nigga just so I can say this shit right here, nigga
Sit right here, nigga
Let me clear the air up
So many assumptions that a nigga want to tear up
But so many blunts that I face it just to care but
I don't think the other party had cared enough
Now I'm Bacardi-ed up
Tree-ed up, not a seed cuz, tree-ed up

Because these my late nights in the studio
Bumping Hall & Oates
Not paying attention burnt my fingers on the roach x4

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