[Verse 1:]
Every morning I wake up I start my day off wrong firing up that kush before I even put my clothes on
Load my Glock 40 before I even wash my face I do these types of things so I won't be a murder case
When I'm rollin in my ride there be a look on my face so cold starin at your ass so hard I
Can see straight through to your soul
Ain't no tellin when somebody tryna get me for my riches I used to leave em' in stiches now I leave they ass in ditches
I don't love bitchs I don't love niggas I don't love nothing it's gonna take my momma comin back from the grave for me to love sumthin
I let my temper get the best of me and go off for no reason this is the beginning of kickin in your door season
I met a couple niggas in jail they were all screamin they were real but Joseph was the only one I could feel
You don't like it call the law fuck you hoes I don't give a damn I'll knock yo bitch ass out and that's the type of nigga I am
[Hook:]
N.I.G.G.A I'm a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that's the type of nigga I am
N.I.G.G.A I'm a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that's the type of nigga I am
N.I.G.G.A I'm a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that's the type of nigga I am
N.I.G.G.A Tell me who gon fuck around with Joseph Wayne Mcvey
[Verse 2:]
A lot of niggas mumble under there breath about what they gon do running up on Z-Ro The Crooked is what they won't do
Yea I'm cool, calm, and colletive but I ain't got it all that's why I go from how you doing to fuck all ya'll
My attitude is rude enough to be a crooked cop but there ain't no red or blue lights flashin on the top of my drop top
I'm a gangsta and I spit nuttin but gangsta shit that's comin from a 5 deuce Hover gangsta Crip
Bangin Street Milatary, Point Blank and Klondike Kat the shit they were talkin about I grew up just like that
My hood was full of thugs, money, guns, and dope finding my stomach full of liquor my lungs full of smoke
I had a pocket full of stones out there chasin that money and once I got it I'd be damn if somebody could take it from me
Run on up and I'm a dump untill the trigga jam motherfucker you better realize that's the type of nigga I am
Every morning I wake up I start my day off wrong firing up that kush before I even put my clothes on
Load my Glock 40 before I even wash my face I do these types of things so I won't be a murder case
When I'm rollin in my ride there be a look on my face so cold starin at your ass so hard I
Can see straight through to your soul
Ain't no tellin when somebody tryna get me for my riches I used to leave em' in stiches now I leave they ass in ditches
I don't love bitchs I don't love niggas I don't love nothing it's gonna take my momma comin back from the grave for me to love sumthin
I let my temper get the best of me and go off for no reason this is the beginning of kickin in your door season
I met a couple niggas in jail they were all screamin they were real but Joseph was the only one I could feel
You don't like it call the law fuck you hoes I don't give a damn I'll knock yo bitch ass out and that's the type of nigga I am
[Hook:]
N.I.G.G.A I'm a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that's the type of nigga I am
N.I.G.G.A I'm a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that's the type of nigga I am
N.I.G.G.A I'm a get drunk and smoke weed all day, that's the type of nigga I am
N.I.G.G.A Tell me who gon fuck around with Joseph Wayne Mcvey
[Verse 2:]
A lot of niggas mumble under there breath about what they gon do running up on Z-Ro The Crooked is what they won't do
Yea I'm cool, calm, and colletive but I ain't got it all that's why I go from how you doing to fuck all ya'll
My attitude is rude enough to be a crooked cop but there ain't no red or blue lights flashin on the top of my drop top
I'm a gangsta and I spit nuttin but gangsta shit that's comin from a 5 deuce Hover gangsta Crip
Bangin Street Milatary, Point Blank and Klondike Kat the shit they were talkin about I grew up just like that
My hood was full of thugs, money, guns, and dope finding my stomach full of liquor my lungs full of smoke
I had a pocket full of stones out there chasin that money and once I got it I'd be damn if somebody could take it from me
Run on up and I'm a dump untill the trigga jam motherfucker you better realize that's the type of nigga I am
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