[Intro]
Hey who got my lighter? Rollin' up
Starlito, man, I'm too sober for this
I'm too sober for this shit
I'm too sober for this shit
Ight, Starlito
[Verse 1]
I've been collectin' guns since election night
Withdrawin' all my funds since I finally got my credit right
Might be a little excessive, yeah, I guess you right
Last time I got pulled over I got read my rights
Nine on my waistline because life on the line like every night
Met one of my plugs at a Mayweather fight (True story)
Yo, homie doing time and you ain't sendin' kites?
Checked his charges, wow they got him doin ten twice
This shit systematic, shit the rappin' just as bad
We used to glorify kingpins now its switched to addicts
I spent a 50 last week, my nigga just on taxes
They kill me its gonna be a revolution, Christopher Savage
My uncle used to take them bags and hide that shit in the attic
At my mamas house with bricks and they had different stashes
Unc always told me “Don't go prison or the Army”
I got rich and never did, my president just retarded
Don't even get me started, the streets they me turned heartless
Still one of the realest, for real, for real, regardless
Got me feelin like a bondsman with how my niggas be catchin' charges
How come this bitch ain't made it here yet with our cigars?
Hey who got my lighter? Rollin' up
Starlito, man, I'm too sober for this
I'm too sober for this shit
I'm too sober for this shit
Ight, Starlito
[Verse 1]
I've been collectin' guns since election night
Withdrawin' all my funds since I finally got my credit right
Might be a little excessive, yeah, I guess you right
Last time I got pulled over I got read my rights
Nine on my waistline because life on the line like every night
Met one of my plugs at a Mayweather fight (True story)
Yo, homie doing time and you ain't sendin' kites?
Checked his charges, wow they got him doin ten twice
This shit systematic, shit the rappin' just as bad
We used to glorify kingpins now its switched to addicts
I spent a 50 last week, my nigga just on taxes
They kill me its gonna be a revolution, Christopher Savage
My uncle used to take them bags and hide that shit in the attic
At my mamas house with bricks and they had different stashes
Unc always told me “Don't go prison or the Army”
I got rich and never did, my president just retarded
Don't even get me started, the streets they me turned heartless
Still one of the realest, for real, for real, regardless
Got me feelin like a bondsman with how my niggas be catchin' charges
How come this bitch ain't made it here yet with our cigars?
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