Perks Callin (Freestyle) Lor Scoota

[Intro]

This the life of a young baller
Growing up, ain't have no damn father
The streets made me who I am mama
Eddie B he still be on my conscience

This the life of a young baller
Growing up, ain't have no damn father
The streets made me who I am mama
Eddie B he still be on my conscience

[Verse 1]

I been druggin druggin druggin real heavy lately
The other day I almost dozed off in the elevator
She asked me why my eyes closed I say I'm meditatin
All my niggas drink that lean need that medication
I'm just ridin round the city with no destination
I can go anywhere I want without no hesitation
Ain't enough weed in ya blunt you smokin hella paper
And fuck a weed man boy I gotta weed lady
I call her phone and say three words, what up juicy baby?
She say I'm here and then I pull up get 2 half a babies
I'm really talkin what I live ain't no fabrication
Most of them rappers who got deals use their imaginations
They ain't really in the field they just actin crazy
Me I'm still in the trenches after I got the paper
Since I got paper I been drippin I got lots of flavor
I watch a lot of niggas slip up and run out of paper
Buyin watches and shit, when you just got the paper
Try keep up with the shiners you goin run out of paper
We be rockin Italian shit on a daily basis
(italian)
When you be this clean look at the look on bitches faces