Gas
I just copped two Rolex cause it's two time past my time to blow
Trapped out down by Foley when I came up out a level four
Say they want me dead they should've done that some shit some years ago
Now I got my bands up, I can handle different smoke
Thirty five a bag nigga yea this some different smoke
Two hundred P's off the gas, I don't play with zips no more
C.E.O. my own label, nigga I done signed myself
Thirty bands off heroin and that shit wasn't even around yet
I remember blowing cash
Low on funds on down bad
Fifty cash to big wayne
I remember buying that
Ten times what I had
Still fuck it up and come back
Now we just sit and laugh
I can't pronounce what's on my ass
Did a couple bitches bad and some done did me bad too
That's why I can't lay up with these hoes I'm catching alley oops
She blowing like she play the flute
Pussy like a plate of fruit
Fitted like a tailored suit
I grind in it like Beta Nupes
I was blind and living green
Nigga couldn't see the truth
Cartier Lenses me
Now I got a better view
Niggas claim they real yet and still they need better proof
Only time you is when on the stand is where you tell the truth
Got bags who I can mail it to
Just send the addy watch me John Madden or Bill Belichick
Never seen better check
Tell me is ready yet
Quit thinking my guy better yet
I can do this shit myself
I'm MJ in the bred eleven
Still in the hood betting on the come out of a seven
Got most of my street sense from Uncle even though he Reverend.
Reminisce bout Terrell got my head hurting can't get no leverage
Still see my nigga P
Just save me a place in heaven
Much love to my cousin Tevin fuck that him and Junior they my brother momma Angie I'm Her son from another
Hold up Meki I got it covered
Niggas catch up bitch must of
Forgot I got lettuce ain't no beef just more bread than an oven
Trap nigga trying to rap
Did this shit I'm living truth
Don't believe and need the proof
Type it and ask the news
Two hundred and twenty two
And I had that yellow too
Took a L we never lose you can't even take one for you
Trapped out down by Foley when I came up out a level four
Say they want me dead they should've done that some shit some years ago
Now I got my bands up, I can handle different smoke
Thirty five a bag nigga yea this some different smoke
Two hundred P's off the gas, I don't play with zips no more
C.E.O. my own label, nigga I done signed myself
Thirty bands off heroin and that shit wasn't even around yet
I remember blowing cash
Low on funds on down bad
Fifty cash to big wayne
I remember buying that
Ten times what I had
Still fuck it up and come back
Now we just sit and laugh
I can't pronounce what's on my ass
Did a couple bitches bad and some done did me bad too
That's why I can't lay up with these hoes I'm catching alley oops
She blowing like she play the flute
Pussy like a plate of fruit
Fitted like a tailored suit
I grind in it like Beta Nupes
I was blind and living green
Nigga couldn't see the truth
Cartier Lenses me
Now I got a better view
Niggas claim they real yet and still they need better proof
Only time you is when on the stand is where you tell the truth
Got bags who I can mail it to
Just send the addy watch me John Madden or Bill Belichick
Never seen better check
Tell me is ready yet
Quit thinking my guy better yet
I can do this shit myself
I'm MJ in the bred eleven
Still in the hood betting on the come out of a seven
Got most of my street sense from Uncle even though he Reverend.
Reminisce bout Terrell got my head hurting can't get no leverage
Still see my nigga P
Just save me a place in heaven
Much love to my cousin Tevin fuck that him and Junior they my brother momma Angie I'm Her son from another
Hold up Meki I got it covered
Niggas catch up bitch must of
Forgot I got lettuce ain't no beef just more bread than an oven
Trap nigga trying to rap
Did this shit I'm living truth
Don't believe and need the proof
Type it and ask the news
Two hundred and twenty two
And I had that yellow too
Took a L we never lose you can't even take one for you
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Writer(s): Brendon Smith
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