Tekst piosenki
(intro) x2
If you livin this life to the fullest stand up
(verse 1)
Cuz I got a couple js rolled and a couple pesos
Spin a couple records but I think that imma break those
Never fuck with fake hoes
Roll with my homies who got the same goals
Up and down the court breaking ankles
Yea I got insane flows
I don’t think that you can comprehend it
Higher education that fucking got me suspended
Tryna take ya boy out the game like an appendix
So im tryna prove what I can do before its all ending
Got a buncha fuckin problems with my girl
Don’t know where it began know I promised you the world
I ain’t tryna break your fuckin heart so I really hope you start seeing all that shit you say to me it hurts
And life ain’t never gonna be perfect its what you make it
The closest is laying in bed wit you naked baking
Cuz I ain’t got a care in the world laying here with my girl hearing heart beats baby I could give you the world
All my teachers said that I should pay attention
I’d rather get paid I ain’t trynna learn a lesson
Nah I’m never stressing cuz im smoking every second
Thought that I was at the fucking top like a heading
Then I got arrested never been more pissed
Slept the whole day wake up hear more shit
Every single second I was laying in that cell I was wishing and praying I could be spraying it with shells
Now I be racin past the station middle finger out the window
Sunglasses on brim low blunt in my mouth of indo
Yelling fuck em all they going down like a limbo
But secretely hope they leave us alone like a widow
Play an instrumental and you know ill pour my soul out
Got girls shaking like they naked and its cold out
Money coming in yea this the shit I was told bout
But keep it all to myself cuz when its gone they will be no doubt
(bridge)
And everythings okay even when I wake up im still livin in a dream
And fuck a bag of weed my friends and my girl give me everything I need
Im as happy as can be floating thru the clouds I don’t even fucking care
And everythings good living and breathing thru my music fuck air
(verse 2)
And I ain’t rapping bout shit
Everybody hating they can suck a fat dick
Wish that they would listen to the words that I’m saying but
They only concerned with the beat that’s playing
But fuck a beat ima just flow
Think that you could spit better than me lets go
Never fuck with hoes I ain’t talking bout no bitches
I be talking bout you faggots back in school that were snitchin
Never fuck with po na I never po up
You may think I stop writing nah I’ll never slow up
Recently stop smoking but I still roll up
To the scene lookin clean haters be like so what
But the bitches know us never carin but they starin what we wearin pull up King on speakers blarin
I ain’t got no license but I still whip ya bitch fuck a license I be in my crib writing up hits
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