Let my bread roll, never let my friends go It's a shame niggas lame, but I'mma hold it down Getting high, sitting down, thinking out loud You gotta be stupid, even Tim Allen had him a tooly Rapping and music, a bunch of bitches acting too foolish Severed ties with any nigga who covet mineĪnd all the stunting got me looking ugly in momma's eyesīut I gotta do it, these niggas need provocative musicĪnd as a youth momma worked too much to have an influence Just bought my homie a Roley simply to pass timeĪnd on top it's lonely so keep your homies right by your sideĪnd if life is short then we'll be the shorts of the Fab Five Get realized, and ain't no team invading your set I pray my girl don't turn to my baby mother yetīut in fact I do, I need by boo to keep my shit in checkĪnd shit get easier when dreams of chasing respect Tell my niggas, I'ma get 'em if they gon' ride Getting high, getting by, watching time fly I'm with these broads who in love, they ain't seen any betterīut dollar signs never mind, and he keep a zeroĪnd if my heart could speak, it would talk to freaksĪnd leave the room when a nigga try to sleep with 'em
Gubana made the level, and I never missed a supperīut still my hunger's like a f*cking model at a buffet Tryna enjoy every moment, but see we so competitive
I swear to God, times is hard, but they're getting better Never too much friends, what is your circumference? So I keep my circle small, you need reduction Hard to be friendly with women who've seen too many niggas
Sipping wine, sipping wine, cause my Henny finished I think it's 'bout that I sing of nothing We gon' call this "The Intro About Nothing." It's gon' go like this:īeen on this long road accumulating luggageĪs time proceeds, preoccupied with everything
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