E-Nuff
Off the porch
Nigga pass the torch
Y'all don't have a choice
We them boys
And I'm off the Paul
Pace it like I'm George
You a forf
Claim you from the hood
Mama drive a Porsche
Where you from
I can see you through
Unbelievable how niggas act
I be peeping too
You be speaking things up in your raps
I don't think is true
Nigga you ain't been up in a trap
I can see you spooked
Why you always talking 'bout a strap
Imma need some proof
You ain't speaking facts
I been cruising Jordan lane
And I see candy painted whips
I see hustlers stackin money
Like its Frito Lay and shit
They be metal banging
I try to stay out the way with shit
Niggas will take you quick
I hate the way we live
But when I reminisce
I can't leave it
I can't get enough
Roll another blunt
Got me feigning
All my niggas stuck
Leaning off the drugs
What the fuck
I can't even see
I can't even speak
Help me up
Dawg we gotta leave
Think I had enuff
I woke up
And rolled my weed
And say a prayer to my savior
Nother day we in the struggle
Ducking feds for some paper
Mane the spot been getting hot
And I can tell it's the neighbors
I hope God ain't got no problem with his son doing dirt
I just pray he save me room if come to him first
I don't know what else to do
Now my pockets is hurt
Mane the spot been getting hot
And I can tell it's the neighbors
I just hope God ain't got no problem with his son doing dirt
Off the dope
Way too fuckin cold
They don't got no coats
From the coast
And I'm with my dawgs
Dre been rolling smoke
For my home
Dawg this shit slap
Why you body every single track
It's my fuckin plan
I don't understand
Why niggas rap
You do what you can
I don't want no link
Don't give me dap
Fuck you and your mans
Imma put my city on the map
Remember what I said
Your career ain't ever coming back
It looks better dead
I ain't gotta act
I can't leave it
I can't get enough
Roll another blunt
Got me feigning
All my niggas stuck
Leaning off the drugs
What the fuck
I can't even see
I can't even speak
Help me up
Dawg we gotta leave
Think I had enuff
I woke up
And rolled my weed
And say a prayer to my savior
Nother day we in the struggle
Ducking feds for some paper
Mane the spot been getting hot
And I can tell it's the neighbors
I hope God ain't got no problem with his son doing dirt
I just pray he save me room if come to him first
I don't know what else to do
Now my pockets is hurt
Mane the spot been getting hot
And I can tell it's the neighbors
I just hope God ain't got no problem with his son doing dirt
Nigga pass the torch
Y'all don't have a choice
We them boys
And I'm off the Paul
Pace it like I'm George
You a forf
Claim you from the hood
Mama drive a Porsche
Where you from
I can see you through
Unbelievable how niggas act
I be peeping too
You be speaking things up in your raps
I don't think is true
Nigga you ain't been up in a trap
I can see you spooked
Why you always talking 'bout a strap
Imma need some proof
You ain't speaking facts
I been cruising Jordan lane
And I see candy painted whips
I see hustlers stackin money
Like its Frito Lay and shit
They be metal banging
I try to stay out the way with shit
Niggas will take you quick
I hate the way we live
But when I reminisce
I can't leave it
I can't get enough
Roll another blunt
Got me feigning
All my niggas stuck
Leaning off the drugs
What the fuck
I can't even see
I can't even speak
Help me up
Dawg we gotta leave
Think I had enuff
I woke up
And rolled my weed
And say a prayer to my savior
Nother day we in the struggle
Ducking feds for some paper
Mane the spot been getting hot
And I can tell it's the neighbors
I hope God ain't got no problem with his son doing dirt
I just pray he save me room if come to him first
I don't know what else to do
Now my pockets is hurt
Mane the spot been getting hot
And I can tell it's the neighbors
I just hope God ain't got no problem with his son doing dirt
Off the dope
Way too fuckin cold
They don't got no coats
From the coast
And I'm with my dawgs
Dre been rolling smoke
For my home
Dawg this shit slap
Why you body every single track
It's my fuckin plan
I don't understand
Why niggas rap
You do what you can
I don't want no link
Don't give me dap
Fuck you and your mans
Imma put my city on the map
Remember what I said
Your career ain't ever coming back
It looks better dead
I ain't gotta act
I can't leave it
I can't get enough
Roll another blunt
Got me feigning
All my niggas stuck
Leaning off the drugs
What the fuck
I can't even see
I can't even speak
Help me up
Dawg we gotta leave
Think I had enuff
I woke up
And rolled my weed
And say a prayer to my savior
Nother day we in the struggle
Ducking feds for some paper
Mane the spot been getting hot
And I can tell it's the neighbors
I hope God ain't got no problem with his son doing dirt
I just pray he save me room if come to him first
I don't know what else to do
Now my pockets is hurt
Mane the spot been getting hot
And I can tell it's the neighbors
I just hope God ain't got no problem with his son doing dirt
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Writer(s): Jarriel Mcghee
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