Downgraded

Somebody tell Backwoodz
Sponser me
I don smoked a zip in a day
For seven days straight
All backwoods obviously
I been hella down lately
Feeling like my life
Been downgraded
I fell in love
With this lil lightskin thang
Got me feeling
Like we finna
Make some brown babies
And we met six months ago
I know it might sound krazy

Life moving fast
Like a roadrunner
Play with me
And its gon be a cold summer
In that interrogation room
I dont know nothing
Late night
Beating down yo block
Like it stole something
I was posted in the field
By my lonesome
Pilled out
Trigger finger itching
Tryna fold some
Like
I dont do surprises
Or birthdays
I swear I only get excited
When the load coming

Oh you say you need drugs
In the city
Let me assist you
I dont think nobody
Got my back like my bitch do
Hold up
Let me rephrase that
I dont think nobody
Got my back like my bitch
But my pistol
They say life is what you make it
I been invested in myself
Imma risk worth taking
Im the reason I was down bad
I had to face it
I couldnt blame Jessica or Jason

Real niggas only
Come and join the academy
Let me show you
How to turn your dreams
To reality
Like you aint gotta
Be a rapper or a hooper
Im just tryna turn
Yo lil paycheck into a salary
I be on that boss shit
Stop talking money
Thats where they lost him
And I still run with niggas
Who do homicides
Couple vatos on my mama side
Get you knocked off
Then dropped off
At my nine to five
I got white friends
Who act black
Gary Owens
Boy you single
Yo relationship is very open
If i blow this gun
Im going to jail
Because its vert stolen
And my bitch
Way badder than yours
Im not even joking
On Gang

Life moving fast
Like a roadrunner
Play with me
And its gon be a cold summer
In that interrogation room
I dont know nothing
Late night
Beating down yo block
Like it stole something

Somebody tell Backwoodz
Sponser me
I don smoked a zip in a day
For seven days straight
All backwoods obviously
I been hella down lately
Feeling like my life
Been downgraded
I fell in love
With this lil lightskin thang
Got me feeling
Like we finna
Make some brown babies
And we met six months ago
I know it might sound krazy



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Writer(s): Christian Mack
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