TarXan
I swear fo' god when I'm on that x
I get to rolling
Yea I done had a lot of shit
But I want a Rolex
They see me scratching off my goals
Bitch I'm a goalie
Wake up and fire up that OG
Early in the morning
Been smoking on that since
Thirteen boy I been soaring
Lil bro had died my twelfth grade year
And I'm still mourning
Gave all my purp to my OG
But I want some more red
My lil nigga ask to rob my plug
I told him go ahead
Can't save yo number anyway
Ain't got no storage
Threw that hoe number in the trash
Her head was garbage
I was busy getting high or to the bag everyday I was tardy
Used to fall asleep in the back of the class
That shit was boring
If the shit ain't got nothing to do with the bag
Then I'm ignoring
I was pouring my pain out of the pint
When I was poor and
I was sleeping on the floor by the first till the first right by the door and
Ain't got no seeds yet
I still flush'em down the toilet
My cups be super muddy
Rip to Kermit
I was just in Houston off the roxy
Feeling like Harden
Call that boy brick baby
Where I came up it was hard yea
I was in the trenches with gorillas
Feeling like Tarzan
I swear fo' god when I'm on that x
I get to rolling
Yea I done had a lot of shit
But I want a Rolex
They see me scratching off my goals
Bitch I'm a goalie
Wake up and fire up that OG
Early in the morning
Been smoking on that since
Thirteen boy I been soaring
Lil bro had died my twelfth grade year
And I'm still mourning
Gave all my purp to my OG
But I want some more red
My lil nigga ask to rob my plug
I told him go ahead
I get to rolling
Yea I done had a lot of shit
But I want a Rolex
They see me scratching off my goals
Bitch I'm a goalie
Wake up and fire up that OG
Early in the morning
Been smoking on that since
Thirteen boy I been soaring
Lil bro had died my twelfth grade year
And I'm still mourning
Gave all my purp to my OG
But I want some more red
My lil nigga ask to rob my plug
I told him go ahead
Can't save yo number anyway
Ain't got no storage
Threw that hoe number in the trash
Her head was garbage
I was busy getting high or to the bag everyday I was tardy
Used to fall asleep in the back of the class
That shit was boring
If the shit ain't got nothing to do with the bag
Then I'm ignoring
I was pouring my pain out of the pint
When I was poor and
I was sleeping on the floor by the first till the first right by the door and
Ain't got no seeds yet
I still flush'em down the toilet
My cups be super muddy
Rip to Kermit
I was just in Houston off the roxy
Feeling like Harden
Call that boy brick baby
Where I came up it was hard yea
I was in the trenches with gorillas
Feeling like Tarzan
I swear fo' god when I'm on that x
I get to rolling
Yea I done had a lot of shit
But I want a Rolex
They see me scratching off my goals
Bitch I'm a goalie
Wake up and fire up that OG
Early in the morning
Been smoking on that since
Thirteen boy I been soaring
Lil bro had died my twelfth grade year
And I'm still mourning
Gave all my purp to my OG
But I want some more red
My lil nigga ask to rob my plug
I told him go ahead
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Writer(s): Tra'rodney Hill
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