Tekst piosenki
[Ricky Rocs…Verse 1]
Goddamn Life changed in a year!
You niggas do the same thing every year (every year)
Tell that bitch, bring her ass right her (right here)
Tell that bitch leave my chain right there (NO SOUVENIR!)
The girl you kick it with
I toot it & boot it
You niggas said you eating good
You eating oodles of noodles
I go 151
Your crew a cooler of coolers
I gotta clique of skinny niggas that’ll split your medulla
I do what I want
You do what you can
I fall thru, with my crew sipping Alakazam
Yo you said you need a feature
Better fuck with your mans
But when you gal thru in that jungle I ain’t holding ya hand
I got bitches to see & money to meet
The weed sour D, but the swisher is sweet
Fuck the weight watchers, I’m just trying to eat
If I touch 100 mil then yo my life is complete
No I really don’t sleep
I just lay up & think
I got iPhone dreams I’m just trying to sync
I talk about that money when I talk to the shrink
Niggas think you out here shining
Probably missing a link
Monkey niggas!
[Lavish Fox…Verse 2]
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[Aaron Rennel…Verse 3]
I can show you how to be the mann
Get yo money right fuck what these niggas sayinn
Dirty money But I tax like Uncle Sam
Hit a pussy nigga bitch just cuz i can
If Niggas don’t fuck with my squad or my section
Fuck em
Bitches fuck with my squad and my section
Nothing
Could ever steer me off of my direction
Not even trials tribulations even though they testing
I know we in for a blessing
I’m honestly tired of stressing
I got too much on my brain
But I can’t run away from the shit
I was made in this shit
Cuz stay with the clip
If we out and a nigga run his mouth like he really want a problem
And he show he came wit his shit
We gon bang in this bitch
BOW BOW Bdddang in this bitch
Lil B with the Caine in this bitch
Get away and get lit
Idk why my life’s a movie
I pray nobody ever shoot me
But if they do then I’m in too deep
Old friends say they miss the old me
Make me wonder if they ever knew me
Knew me (new me)
[Wes Kraven…Verse 4]
Wes krave…it’s a horror flick
And I’m all in up yo mind
Best haze…man grab a bic…then I put that thing on fire
Get paid…I’m on the shit…tryna do more than get by
Get brave…fuck wit the clique
Boy don’t even try
Eyes on money
You boys dummy
Chase after bunny
Situation gummy
Stuck in a jam while I’m milk n honey
So funny, they used to call me scummy
Tables turn like drake say…tryna duplicate his pay day
Spit like biggie in the hay day
But I’m not catch his same fate
More classic than contemporary
Something like sex after married
Tryna catch it all before I’m buried
Burdens that I carry
Got me highed up off the Mary
I’m so far gone boy it’s scary
Eyes low like the voice on Barry…White
I’m so right…coolin wit my Nite Lites
Spittin’ flow like we in a knife fight…for real
Nigga focused on the next meal
White owl peel…refill then I seal
& Release how I feel
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