Rehab

Aye

Hop on 94
Im bouta hit the road

Come back wit that load
For tha pros

Ahh get it sold

When i say that load
Talkin bowls

Y'all ain't inna those

Turn couple thousand grams
To a dinner roll

Like a magic trick
Ima magician

Community ties
Im like tha neighborhood

Cause ima get you what you missin

But I can't give you niggas sauce
If you don't listen

You pay the cost
To be the boss
In yo position

Yeah
I done took a couple losses
Ion mention

But i'm jus glad
I never seen a penitentiary

Cause nigga I done sold mo grams
Den a dispensary

Plus tax
Never been the type to cap

So ima paint the bigger picture
Wit the smaller things

Can you picture that
Figure that

Yeah ima rapper
But i don't rap

I jus tell my life
And make it rhyme

Throw it on a track
If you need a

Don't hit my line
Hit me on the snap

Ion trust these niggas

He ain't gang
Hit him in his cap

Put him his gown
We gone leave him where the seniors at

Not the high school
Hospital

Where the reaper at

I don't wanna - spend my cheesee
Where the reader at

She say she don't - bend her kneees
You can keep the rat

Buffs on - I can't see
I gotta keep a strap

They like

How I flip the P's - wit the ease
We ain't gone speak on that

Never

Naw
We ain't gone talk about it

We run the chicken up
Y'all niggas walk about it

Is my buffs worth yo life
I bet you thought about it

Marble sticks
VV's

Gold all around it
If it ain't the road

UPS it
And I'm all around it

If it's getting hot
Where we sell it

Ima outta town it
Aye

Fuck around and kill a Rollie
Ima have to drownn it

You say LJ don't get money
Bitch how you soundinnn

I dropped the buffs same day
Went to school clowning

College bitch say her brain
Is super astoundin

And i tell her that I'm hip
Cause her hips resoundin

But sumthin telling me to dip
And it's super profoundin

Ion trust these hoes
Gotta watch my surroundins

Me and my dogs from the trenches
My niggas be houndin

And Rest In Peace to the the real ones
That ain't around man

I told Rod that ima make it out this bitch
When i was 10

Before i ever seen
A pad and pen

Before i ever even seen a band
Before i ever even sold a gram

It's funny how this life shit get planned

But now i peeped the game
And the mikes comin in

I ain't talkin bout Jordan's
But the G R A M's

But I get it for the Jordan
Then sell it for Stephen

Think I'm married to the game
The money my best man

And I'm high off life

Countin bands
Is the best strand

She get high tonight

Fuck her
Right next to her best friend

She can't take the pipe

Now her best friend
Stepping in

She jus saved the night

Buss a nut
Then i gotta spin

Cause if it's money in the air
Then I'm the wind

Big bank
Take lil bank

Ima win
Tell her yo nigga

Is a XD

I'm F&N
Ain't no 1 on 1s

If i scrap
Then that curry steph en in

Nigga