LOCATION

I'm too high like I'm in the matrix
I'm too real for them niggas that faked it
Do me a favor
Be patient
I'm on my way
Just drop your location
I'm too high like I'm in the matrix
I'm too real for them niggas that faked it
Do me a favor
Be patient
I'm on my way
Just drop your location

Three dirty young bulls on that same block
Shared the same fiends and the same Glock
Gotta watch out for the neighbors
They gon' tell cops
Gotta watch out for the haters
They slide through and pop
So much money that you gotta watch your man
'Cause everybody your fan
They all waved the hand
I used to sell weed
Baggin' up hand to hand
I graduated, dawg, then I start sellin' grams and
I watched my uncle shoot it in his arm
I watched'em go up there and steal that charm
And sell it for a dub
Never show no love
We was on the corner, baby
Never gave us hugs
Shit
Look at my wrist, it's glitter
Hatin' on a young nigga
Twenty for the figure
Thirty for the feature
Nah, I don't need ya
I let you niggas shoot, I should've left'em on the bleachers
Half you niggas pom poms
Out here at cheerleaders
And most these bitches fuckin' for money
They good divas
After I hit your shorty, I don't need ya
They got five minutes, like Uber, I'll leave ya

I'm too high like I'm in the matrix
I'm too real for them niggas that faked it
Do me a favor
Be patient
I'm on my way
Just drop your location
I'm too high like I'm in the matrix
I'm too real for them niggas that faked it
Do me a favor
Be patient
I'm on my way
Just drop your location

Everything in reach as far I could see
Settin' up shop like monopoly
Bad bitches ridin' right on top of me
I don't need a co-sign- I sign for me
Stackin paper high- that's a probably
Maserati wheels- that's a prophecy
Me and Vegas winnin' economically
Seein' green daily- that's a lot of green
Gotta cash out- that's what MAG 'bout
Everything I seen- I just rap 'bout
I don't back out- ain't it sad how
Haters come and go- milk it mad cow
But in fact I'll, show you that growl
Year of the dog DMX style
I don't act out, 'less it's called for
Hit the gulf more, like I called "four!"
It's uncalled for, way I call whores "whore"
I don't give a fuck no more
Got bigger dreams
Hate bein' stuck no more
Move on the low though, 'cause plug is on
Grab a bag MAG- gotta reinvest
Drop a location like GPS
One eye open like CBS
Never gettin' rest
Never see me stress
Haters talk and I don't ever really listen
Diamonds dancin'- watchin' how this shit can glisten
Never losin' focus- always get the mission
Always handle mine when I handle business
(Home Grown)
Way I handle business
Trynin' get a check- tryin' get these riches
Grindin' daily even when I'm in recession
Yeah, I might be broke now but, pay attention

I'm too high like I'm in the matrix
I'm too real for them niggas that faked it
Do me a favor
Be patient
I'm on my way
Just drop your location
I'm too high like I'm in the matrix
I'm too real for them niggas that faked it
Do me a favor
Be patient
I'm on my way
Just drop your location



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Morrison
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