Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh Westwood shit Yeah warmed up and shit Jet lag shit Represent Chicago (yeah uh) Sometimes I feel like I'm the worst This talent is a gift and a fuckin' curse This choppa to take you out the fuckin' Earth Specially if you walkin' on my fuckin' turf I feel like Ferg how a nigga put in work R. Kelly with the nina Ima make it flirt Choppa like a candy make the shit starburst Look up in the sky, do the stars work? I'm thinkin that I need Percs My mom said thats a damn shame and I need work She say "fuck that shit I need church" I said "fuck that shit the church need work" And thats real I'm happy so its time to take some mad pills I'm happy so its time to take some sad pills Fuck a bitch and put her voice up on the adlibs Ima probably do that .40 on my hip yeah Ima prolly' shoot that Bad bitch in my DMs Ima prolly' do that Hit the gang up and let them run through that This is off the top like waves in the do-rag I'll leave your eye blue black That's just how we do that That's just how we Spazin' on they ass do that shit all day Rock Gucci and Louis but I dont fuck with Balmains Out the park like a mu'fuckin' baseball game I'm Barak Obama with it I need all change Shoot him in his face a couple times like a gun range Call of Duty with the uzi, this is not a gun game I run this shit like bolt nigga, no Usain I do thangs nigga, yeah I do thangs Off the dome when I spit shit This is not a writtin' And these other niggas they be forgettin That I'm the best to ever fuckin do this These other niggas lookin' stupid Betrayin they brothers like who the fuck is you? Judas? Who the fuck put you to it? Choppa on my hip, I load it and put it through you Catch me listenin' to Green Day havin' a blue day With a bad bitch sippin' on D'USSÉ She'll go both ways, anything for foreplay That's what I say Thats what I say, Im so high of the Percs They lookin' at me sideways Im goin' 190, the wrong way on the highway Tryna get my life straight Catch me drunk drivin in the suburban With a nigga, the bomb strapped on his chest and a turban I deserve it, Im ballin hard like I'm Julius Erman I meant Julius Erving I keep sippin' the bourbon mix it with the syrup turn to a serpent One things for sure, two things for certain they blow like Kurtis My flow close curtains Your flow ain't workin' So nigga keep on searchin' Im sure one day you'll find that person Everybody talking Lucid Dreams But most these niggas don't even know Lucid mean Most of these bitches be really fuckin' losin' me Eeny meeny miny moe, these hoes get to choosin me I remember when I ain't have shit They was treatin' me like i ain't have shit They was treatin me like I was lower class They was treatin me like I was a savage Now they in my DMs tryna say "Juice you can have it, come over grab it" I dont wanna have it I let my bro cut it like he fuckin' stabbed it Taboe with the Glizzy how I'm jabbin' How I'm jabbin' Man spendin' money is a bad habit But I ball out with this shit, I'm a Maverick Make em disappear like magic Call a plane then I execute like Madden Off a flat in a bad bitch house Tryna' get it crackin' from the back end (yeah hm) Yeah Uh uh uh uh yeah Uh uh uh uh yeah Fresh off the jet Freestyle and shit Eminem beats, 8mile and shit Where I came from the great wild and shit Where you would get shot if you crack smiles and shit All my niggas goin' too hard and shit I'll pull your bitch like a card and shit Heard she for sale I'm bargainin' At the door, I'm barging in Yellow boned like Marge again I spread her out like margarine I just marchin' in Feelin' like a spartan kidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
