Ian Tired Yet

I still need me all my milli's I ain't tired yet
Ion know how they was playing we was playing offense
Ran up on a couple hundred we was thinking we was bosses
Catch you with my killa we gone ship yo ass a coffin
Look at all these city folks like they don't even know what you be going through
Smoking strong you living wrong so you keep a pistol on you
Look at all these people you can trust I know it's so few
Numb this shit with all the money finna take a trip ta Cancún

I still talk ta god
Lord forgive me but stacking dead faces all we know
Smoking grade A bitch we finally made the honor roll
Diamonds dancing and they sticking to my collar bone
Yeah you got one but don't use it so just leave it home
Different time zone different city same styrofoam
Same number but I'm busy get a dial tone
Same nigga different city when your bitch is home
We just hood babies we know we ain't living long

I still need me all my milli's I ain't tired yet
Ion know how they was playing we was playing offense
Ran up on a couple hundred we was thinking we was bosses
Catch you with my killa we gone ship yo ass a coffin
Look at all these city folks like they don't even know what you be going through
Smoking strong you living wrong so you keep a pistol on you
Look at all these people you can trust I know it's so few
Numb this shit with all the money finna take a trip ta Cancún



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Writer(s): Juan Robledo
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