90 Proof

Baby
Take a break and roll the sticky, let's get high(see)
Not too great at relationships, at least I try(uh, uh)
Patient, baby, gotta make a couple rounds(yeah, you know, oh)
'Fore I make it back to you to settle down(yeah, yeah)

Don't blame yourself for all the shit you see me do
I'm gettin' used to bein' loved, girl, the right way
My nigga pulled up at the stu', said he got two
I said, "I'm cool," he looked at me, like
"Nigga, you crazy"(yeah, yeah)
My heart start beatin' to the drum, bump-boop-boop-boop
I sang this tune
I wrote for you

Ayo DJ, play me
(Ayy DJ, play this song right now)
Play me this song to set the mood
She want the truth
It's ninety proof, I hide behind the faders
(Take it now, take it now)

Take a break and roll the sticky, let's get high
(Take it now, take it now, oh)
Not too great at relationships, at least I try
Patient
Baby, gotta make a couple rounds
(Gotta make a couple rounds, oh)
'Fore I make it back to you to settle down
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh

I got a real one, if I was broke
She never would leave me, no
I got a real one, if I was broke
She never would leave me, no
I got a real one, if I was broke
She never would leave me, no
I got a real one, real one, real one, real one(yeah, uh)

I bought a condo and it's cozy
My neighbors nosey as fuck
They see a young nigga walked in with his kids
They don't know who he is
They just know that he up
No chain or no Rollie
I move around doley, untouched

Not 'cause I'm hard, because I got God
I heard that you blowin' up fast
But I think it's better to slowly erupt
That money was burnin' a hole in my pocket
That ninety proof burned a lil' hole in my gut
We walked in the function
They jaw got to bumpin'
My dawg got to rushin' like Soviet pup

Roof-roof, nah, nigga, don't shoot, shoot
Two-six, we got loose screw
Shit was turnt like a Rubik's cube
I don't really do the cameras
I be low in Los Angeles
You niggas ain't never gon' see me
I might as well be in Canada

You niggas ain't ever gon' be me
It's best to stay in your parameters
You know they gon' G-O-A-T me
I spell it out for you like Fabolous
'Bout to go pull up on RiRi

And not for the feature, Ben Franklin note
You ain't finna catch me in the type of places everybody go
I know exactly what my hands is for, to carry a lot of dough(oh-oh)
I had a pot to piss, I hopped the fence
Can't sit around and plot no more

Take a break and roll the sticky, let's get high
(Take it now, take it now)
Not too great at relationships, at least I try
Patient
Baby, baby gotta make a couple rounds
(Gotta make a couple rounds)
'Fore I make it back to you to settle down
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
I got a real one, real one, real one, real one



Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Ahmanti Booker, Christopher Smith, Jermaine Cole, Benjamin Tolbert, Nathan Foley
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