[Intro]
Let me talk to 'em
(J, this shit too crazy)
[Verse 1]
Mike Amiri sweater, it's perfect for the winter
I need somethin' to eat, I want my girl for dinner
I know some drug dealers, I know some gang members
Pop a Xanny bar, make it hard to remember
Need a blunt when I enter, need a blunt when I wake
Gotta get it, can't wait, I put my life at stake
Had a couple scares, but out of town, I be comfy
Always need some weed, do that make me a junkie?
Always blockin' juggs soon as I get the money
Send some cash to myself but they don't know it's comin' from me
Hit the MoneyGram pickup and then I dip
I get the mobile log, make a deposit and a slip
It's 7 a.m., I've been up since last night
My Glock don't even make these pants sag 'cause they tight
Actually, these bitches fitted
Rock all my jeans with my strap like that bitch came with it
Tryna knock out ten songs in one session
I need four hundred grams, I ain't buyin' a one-seven
I be on Rodeo hittin' store to store
Pass a three-five 'Wood to a bitch face like here you go
Used to worry 'bout the feds, now it's [?] they dumb
I just scammed my producer, I'm a fuckin' scum
You won't catch me in the hood, I'm some hours away
Just met a nigga, sold some BINs right by the café
Let me talk to 'em
(J, this shit too crazy)
[Verse 1]
Mike Amiri sweater, it's perfect for the winter
I need somethin' to eat, I want my girl for dinner
I know some drug dealers, I know some gang members
Pop a Xanny bar, make it hard to remember
Need a blunt when I enter, need a blunt when I wake
Gotta get it, can't wait, I put my life at stake
Had a couple scares, but out of town, I be comfy
Always need some weed, do that make me a junkie?
Always blockin' juggs soon as I get the money
Send some cash to myself but they don't know it's comin' from me
Hit the MoneyGram pickup and then I dip
I get the mobile log, make a deposit and a slip
It's 7 a.m., I've been up since last night
My Glock don't even make these pants sag 'cause they tight
Actually, these bitches fitted
Rock all my jeans with my strap like that bitch came with it
Tryna knock out ten songs in one session
I need four hundred grams, I ain't buyin' a one-seven
I be on Rodeo hittin' store to store
Pass a three-five 'Wood to a bitch face like here you go
Used to worry 'bout the feds, now it's [?] they dumb
I just scammed my producer, I'm a fuckin' scum
You won't catch me in the hood, I'm some hours away
Just met a nigga, sold some BINs right by the café
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