I’m Just Sayin’ Loe Pesci (Ft. Justice McFly)
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Verse 1 (Justice McFly)
Pocket full of grams the same color of canned milk
Angle on life sway the same way the can tilt
Can't judge a lane by the way a man's built
Everything trash, it's downhill on a landfill
Still remember how that first 100 grand felt
8 ball, snooker, on a 100 grand felt
AGL the team, never took a handout
If it's worth doing you should do it by your damn self
No floaties, swimming by my damn self
Fleeing the paparazo, coppers got them cams out
Posin' in promotional pictures to get my brand out
'Bout to get stripped of my medals, I've been a bad Phelps
Movin' weight like a sumo with a handheld
Pushin' at the Juno's in a Judogi and blackbelt
Fiends with the yak mouth, assed out
Sittin in the trap house, you can either breathe or you can tap out
Verse 2 (Loe Pesci)
On this final lap, I'mma give you five cousin
Race for these brown broads; Hindi 500
Drugs fucked you up, you slang in your home
Feelin' sly, but you watch your whole family get stoned
Pocket full of grams the same color of canned milk
Angle on life sway the same way the can tilt
Can't judge a lane by the way a man's built
Everything trash, it's downhill on a landfill
Still remember how that first 100 grand felt
8 ball, snooker, on a 100 grand felt
AGL the team, never took a handout
If it's worth doing you should do it by your damn self
No floaties, swimming by my damn self
Fleeing the paparazo, coppers got them cams out
Posin' in promotional pictures to get my brand out
'Bout to get stripped of my medals, I've been a bad Phelps
Movin' weight like a sumo with a handheld
Pushin' at the Juno's in a Judogi and blackbelt
Fiends with the yak mouth, assed out
Sittin in the trap house, you can either breathe or you can tap out
Verse 2 (Loe Pesci)
On this final lap, I'mma give you five cousin
Race for these brown broads; Hindi 500
Drugs fucked you up, you slang in your home
Feelin' sly, but you watch your whole family get stoned
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