[Verse 1: Johnny Venus]
Grandma always told me not to worry
Keep your weapons sharp, practice fighting after dark
Not to rush and don’t you hurry
Smile when the rain come cause the pain gets buried
And ain't no girl good enough for you until you 30
So, make that money son
I know we come from, humble means
Tore up jeans, dusty shacks, lima beans
See the world gone need a double dose of you, show you true
Kiss her cheek
Hit the door
Make them scream, Monsters Inc
See I done came a long way from a sheet
In a closet with a beat, ceiling pockets with a leak
And tryna get this off me by the middle of the week
I hear them talking shit but they ain't talking to me, so discrete
They say I gotta, anger problem I gotta, thinking problem
I try to, solve it often but nada
Motivation, I mixed that with some pussy and some vodka
Destinations, I spin the globe and tell you pick a spotta
You faker than them Pradas, I take it you’s a scholar
Yo life been a whole role that you picked up from Shottas
You selling that oh no, I got that pookie product
So the next time that you blow my dick, be sure to use bravado
My bad I know my accent, hard for you to swallow
But your girlfriend she do fine, man, man, she blow my mind
And since I’m from Atlanta expectations start to pile up
Of me pushing some Impala, clubbing weekly till I fall out
But ma’am I'on do that shit
And on my route to Bentley coups I shift through that shit
These niggas threw me for a loop, I brought the drum pad in
Now I’m sitting up front and can’t quit laughing
And steady blunt passing
Grandma always told me not to worry
Keep your weapons sharp, practice fighting after dark
Not to rush and don’t you hurry
Smile when the rain come cause the pain gets buried
And ain't no girl good enough for you until you 30
So, make that money son
I know we come from, humble means
Tore up jeans, dusty shacks, lima beans
See the world gone need a double dose of you, show you true
Kiss her cheek
Hit the door
Make them scream, Monsters Inc
See I done came a long way from a sheet
In a closet with a beat, ceiling pockets with a leak
And tryna get this off me by the middle of the week
I hear them talking shit but they ain't talking to me, so discrete
They say I gotta, anger problem I gotta, thinking problem
I try to, solve it often but nada
Motivation, I mixed that with some pussy and some vodka
Destinations, I spin the globe and tell you pick a spotta
You faker than them Pradas, I take it you’s a scholar
Yo life been a whole role that you picked up from Shottas
You selling that oh no, I got that pookie product
So the next time that you blow my dick, be sure to use bravado
My bad I know my accent, hard for you to swallow
But your girlfriend she do fine, man, man, she blow my mind
And since I’m from Atlanta expectations start to pile up
Of me pushing some Impala, clubbing weekly till I fall out
But ma’am I'on do that shit
And on my route to Bentley coups I shift through that shit
These niggas threw me for a loop, I brought the drum pad in
Now I’m sitting up front and can’t quit laughing
And steady blunt passing
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