I wanna talk to all you addicts out there That's got yourself a great big Jones An' you done tried all the methadone An' you just can't leave that heroin alone I wonder, have you tried
Dope just touched down, I'm so grateful Numbers so low, bitch, be thankful They say don't let money change you That's how we know money ain't you Bitch, I been had, bitches been bad We buy big boats, bitch, I'm Sinbad Downright sinful, bitch, we been full All my dopeboys, we like kinfolk BMore burnt spoon, DC glass pipe VA sent bales, 'bout that trap life Blew through thousands, we made millions Cocaine soldiers, once civilians Bought hoes Hondas, took care children Lent my pastor, build out buildin's Rapped on classics, I been brilliant Now we blend in, we chameleons, ahh!
Never have I been locked up in a world of misery I need you darlin' to set me free Come back, baby, try me one more time Ooh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind I can't—
Who else got the luxury to drop when he want 'Cause nobody else can fuck with me? What a show-off Nigga, wrist for wrist—let's have a glow-off Fuck it, brick for brick—let's have a blow-off If we go by connections made I can still climb ladders when complexions fade (yugh) White on white, that's the Testa Black on black, that's the Tesla See these diamonds in this watch face? All that shit came from pressure They don't miss you 'till you gone with the wind And they tired of dancin' like a Ying Yang Twin You can't have the Yin without the Yang, my friend Real niggas bring balance to the game I'm in (eghck!) Can't escape the scale if I tried, interstate trafficking's alive Push
Never have I been locked up in a world of misery I need you darlin' to set me free Come back, baby, try me one more time Ooh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind I can't— Still fresh off the boat, niggas Don't make me super-soak niggas Your life ends up a quote, nigga The good die young, all dogs go to heaven It's really just momma's fallin' out on the reverend I play musical chairs with these squares Rich flair before they was Ric Flair's Cocaine concierge, longest runnin' trapper of the year Stood the test of time like Dapper Dan Season my sauce like Zatarain's Is he still in the caravan? (no) It's a mil' in the caravan? (whoa) Richard Mille on a leather band (whoo) Behind the wheel like an ambulance (go) On my way up to Maryland (gone)
Never have I been locked up in a world of misery I need you darlin' to set me free Come back, baby, try me one more time Ooh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind I can't— Come back, baby, try me one more time Ooh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind I—I can't—Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
