[Verse 1] Bridge over troubled water, ice in my muddy water Rich off a mixtape, got rich off a mixtape Probably shouldn’t be driving, it just got so much harder Can’t even see straight, I can’t even see straight Oh, fuck with me, I buy the shots Live a little, cause niggas die a lot, and lie a lot But I’m the truth that’s right I fucking said it The living proof that you ain’t gotta die to get to heaven You Girl, you right there, you look like you like this shit How’d I know, how’d I know? That’s me on some psychic shit I could tell a lie if you asking me my where-abouts But I might talk that real if you ask me what I care about Rappin’ bitches, rappin’ bitches bitches And rappin’ rappin’ an’ bitches until all of us switches I swear, it’s been two years since somebody ask me who I was I’m the greatest, man, I said that before I knew I was That’s whats important, what really happened before this When me and my crew was all about this rapper from New Orleans Singing “walking like a man, finger on the trigger I got money in my pocket, I’m a uptown nigga, ah” With fame on my mind, my girl on my nerves I was pushing myself to get something that I deserve That was back in the days, Acura days I was a cold dude, I’m getting back to my ways
[Hook] People always ask how I got my nice things Take my crown to the grave, I’m an underground king I bet we can make tonight the greatest story ever told Cause I’m down to spend whatever, lately I’ve been on a roll And I do it for the city, cause you know the city love a nigga Do it for the city, cause you know the city love a nigga Do it for the city, cause you know the city love a nigga Do it for the city, (UGK fuck these other niggas)
[Verse 2] Sometimes I need that romance, sometimes I need that pole dance Sometimes I need that stripper thats gon’ tell me that she don’t dance Tell me lies, make it sound good, make it sound good Do me like the women from my town would Leather with that woodgrain, Persian rugs on wood floors Talking all them good things, that’s all I’m really good for Memphis Tennessee no, see I start to go deep back In Ridge Crest with my seat back with Yo Gotti and E-Mack And these niggas got them diamonds glowing in they mouth And they rockin’ furs like its snowing in the south And every pretty girl tell me that’s the shit that she like So why am I a classic, this is who I’m trying to be like So I drop out, lessons I was taught are quick to fade As soon I realize that turnin’ papers in won’t get me paid If I don’t nothing I’mma ball I’m countin all day like a clock on the wall Yeah I need that, making major changes to the life I’m living I had no choice, I had to prove I made the right decision That was back in the days, Acura days I was a cold dude, I’m getting back to my waysTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
