The Last Time
When I was broke
Still smoking dope
My mama ain't know
I got finessed for 1500 still can't trust a soul
I had a girl
I thought she loved me she switched up ion know
I make it rain for when I was pour cus when it rained it stormed
I still stay calm
Grew up in Chiraq
Bitch I'm the Bomb
Bitch I'm the one like Obiwan
You know me I give you a hand
You owe me one
My nigga you say you the man
Well show me sumn
I told you my mama ain't know that I was skipping school and ditching for them riches
They ain't notice I was missing I was smoking fucking bitches
I'm that nigga member Junior year I still was smoking swishers
I just did not know the difference
And they ain't know I was different
And I been through a lot of shit but I cannot go back to broke
And I'm fen' roll up face this blunt but this the last time I'm gone smoke
This time I swear
Last time I said I did not stick to it
But this time
It's for the money I gotta get to it
And my old bitch, might've been right I can't make excuses
I'm still broke
Can't make no money
I'm still making music
Niggas fufu
I'm bout the green come watch me like Hulu
I'm smoking dope
And blowing Os sumn like a Hoolah
I chase that guap don't need no bitch the same way you do
I dress my plate up I don't eat the same way you do
I don't
I just do what I want
Raised by the wolves
I grew up in Chicago
This push to start it ride like marciellago
And bitch its Stew
These niggas fu
Who the hell is you
Im smoking dope
And counting blues
Can't give a clue
Still smoking dope
My mama ain't know
I got finessed for 1500 still can't trust a soul
I had a girl
I thought she loved me she switched up ion know
I make it rain for when I was pour cus when it rained it stormed
I still stay calm
Grew up in Chiraq
Bitch I'm the Bomb
Bitch I'm the one like Obiwan
You know me I give you a hand
You owe me one
My nigga you say you the man
Well show me sumn
I told you my mama ain't know that I was skipping school and ditching for them riches
They ain't notice I was missing I was smoking fucking bitches
I'm that nigga member Junior year I still was smoking swishers
I just did not know the difference
And they ain't know I was different
And I been through a lot of shit but I cannot go back to broke
And I'm fen' roll up face this blunt but this the last time I'm gone smoke
This time I swear
Last time I said I did not stick to it
But this time
It's for the money I gotta get to it
And my old bitch, might've been right I can't make excuses
I'm still broke
Can't make no money
I'm still making music
Niggas fufu
I'm bout the green come watch me like Hulu
I'm smoking dope
And blowing Os sumn like a Hoolah
I chase that guap don't need no bitch the same way you do
I dress my plate up I don't eat the same way you do
I don't
I just do what I want
Raised by the wolves
I grew up in Chicago
This push to start it ride like marciellago
And bitch its Stew
These niggas fu
Who the hell is you
Im smoking dope
And counting blues
Can't give a clue
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Writer(s): Jordan Stewart
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