[Intro: Chubby Jag]
Zen beats
Yeah, Woo
Chubby
Y'all know what it is, Hah
Uh
Welcome to Scattered Thoughts
Yup
We gon' go in tonight
I got that same grizz as young we was having
Chubby
[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
Feel like I'm in a movie, with no cast
All alone, just a blunt and a broke ass
Like I'm playing in the Super Bowl, no pass
Wonder how my life would a been with no Cass
Wonder if I still could a did it without a brain
Wonder if I would been balling without a gang
How I managed to keep it polished without a stain
Wonder if I'd be in this pussy without a chain
I lost my Dad, my twin brother, my closet Granny
That's why I act like the King, niggas supposed to fear me
Yeah I'm a salesmen, even if the dope is bogus
I can still make it disappear, Hocus Pocus
Swear, I just want the chance to say I'm on Lord
Just want the chance to feel stingy, am I wrong Lord
Yeah I been calling, I hope you pick up the phone Lord
I try to make it, but shit been hard since I'm grown Lord
I used to think that I could do it on my own Lord
I mean my Granny had my back, but now she gone Lord
I came to grips, I won't sign if I get the deal
Just do this real nigga shit, homes spit the real
And I guess I'm eating for nights that I skipped the meal
I feel it's just to early to go, who gon' split the real
Weed, pills, drank lean, anything to get me stoned
But never sell my soul, I won't do anything to get me on
I just lost somebody close, wishing he could hear me homes
Pour a little liquor out, two times, cause Whitney gone
Yeah one day, I could be rolling
Like Gun Play, I'll see a nigga someday
Yeah, you see the smoke in my hot now
They ask me if I'm going to quit, I tell 'em not now
Should be a millionaire with all the shit I jot down
Always keep it strapped, cause some of my niggas did done shot down
Had to leave my city to get on, I feel like 'Bron 'Bron
Stay with that machine gun, Bad Boy, Sean John
I swear I'll never leave this game, gotta marry me in
Living the dream, n' I'm balling, I'm Jeremy Lin
Chubby, so if you feel it you know what he down
I'm kinda lost, bad bitches been showing me 'round
This my the heart home, this is how poetry sound
Yeah this is all me, this is my Poetry Lounge
Zen beats
Yeah, Woo
Chubby
Y'all know what it is, Hah
Uh
Welcome to Scattered Thoughts
Yup
We gon' go in tonight
I got that same grizz as young we was having
Chubby
[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
Feel like I'm in a movie, with no cast
All alone, just a blunt and a broke ass
Like I'm playing in the Super Bowl, no pass
Wonder how my life would a been with no Cass
Wonder if I still could a did it without a brain
Wonder if I would been balling without a gang
How I managed to keep it polished without a stain
Wonder if I'd be in this pussy without a chain
I lost my Dad, my twin brother, my closet Granny
That's why I act like the King, niggas supposed to fear me
Yeah I'm a salesmen, even if the dope is bogus
I can still make it disappear, Hocus Pocus
Swear, I just want the chance to say I'm on Lord
Just want the chance to feel stingy, am I wrong Lord
Yeah I been calling, I hope you pick up the phone Lord
I try to make it, but shit been hard since I'm grown Lord
I used to think that I could do it on my own Lord
I mean my Granny had my back, but now she gone Lord
I came to grips, I won't sign if I get the deal
Just do this real nigga shit, homes spit the real
And I guess I'm eating for nights that I skipped the meal
I feel it's just to early to go, who gon' split the real
Weed, pills, drank lean, anything to get me stoned
But never sell my soul, I won't do anything to get me on
I just lost somebody close, wishing he could hear me homes
Pour a little liquor out, two times, cause Whitney gone
Yeah one day, I could be rolling
Like Gun Play, I'll see a nigga someday
Yeah, you see the smoke in my hot now
They ask me if I'm going to quit, I tell 'em not now
Should be a millionaire with all the shit I jot down
Always keep it strapped, cause some of my niggas did done shot down
Had to leave my city to get on, I feel like 'Bron 'Bron
Stay with that machine gun, Bad Boy, Sean John
I swear I'll never leave this game, gotta marry me in
Living the dream, n' I'm balling, I'm Jeremy Lin
Chubby, so if you feel it you know what he down
I'm kinda lost, bad bitches been showing me 'round
This my the heart home, this is how poetry sound
Yeah this is all me, this is my Poetry Lounge
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