[Intro]
Mr. Rogers
[Verse 1: Le$]
My bitch sayin' that I'll never change
She prolly right, I'm fuckin' hoes and still be ridin' swangs
Up late at night, be in them jungles where them gangsters hang
Draco with bananas for gorillas and orangutans
Shit, I do all types of things, see, ya'll play all kind of games
See, I get high just to be happy, high to hide the pain
Had to kill some niggas metaphorically, just watch your aim
Livin' and I'm free so at this point I really can't complain
Flippin' to that McDon', thought the game over; ain't even halftime
Only reason that I'm still breezin', a nigga had mine
Only reason that you ain't eatin' is 'cause you lack grind
Basic vision, better get Lasik; you can't be that blind
I'm flickin' ashes, hoppin' out the El Dorado
Ain't no love, my heart is colder than a winter in Chicago
You successful when you black, seem you still be duckin' hollows
Talk to God like every night but he ain't promised me tomorrow, nine
I toss and turn, I'm fightin' in my sleep
My mind be racin' on that mission 'til this shit complete
I rarely speak and couple niggas thought this shit was sweet
Just know I handled all my conflicts out here in these streets
Before I go fuck up my zone I'd rather be alone
Them foreigns sittin' on them stocks, the Caddy on the chrome
Think once this verse is finished, shit, I might go cop a Brohn
Soon as you walk up in her crib, you smellin' my cologne
Mr. Rogers
[Verse 1: Le$]
My bitch sayin' that I'll never change
She prolly right, I'm fuckin' hoes and still be ridin' swangs
Up late at night, be in them jungles where them gangsters hang
Draco with bananas for gorillas and orangutans
Shit, I do all types of things, see, ya'll play all kind of games
See, I get high just to be happy, high to hide the pain
Had to kill some niggas metaphorically, just watch your aim
Livin' and I'm free so at this point I really can't complain
Flippin' to that McDon', thought the game over; ain't even halftime
Only reason that I'm still breezin', a nigga had mine
Only reason that you ain't eatin' is 'cause you lack grind
Basic vision, better get Lasik; you can't be that blind
I'm flickin' ashes, hoppin' out the El Dorado
Ain't no love, my heart is colder than a winter in Chicago
You successful when you black, seem you still be duckin' hollows
Talk to God like every night but he ain't promised me tomorrow, nine
I toss and turn, I'm fightin' in my sleep
My mind be racin' on that mission 'til this shit complete
I rarely speak and couple niggas thought this shit was sweet
Just know I handled all my conflicts out here in these streets
Before I go fuck up my zone I'd rather be alone
Them foreigns sittin' on them stocks, the Caddy on the chrome
Think once this verse is finished, shit, I might go cop a Brohn
Soon as you walk up in her crib, you smellin' my cologne
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