Stick On Me
Aye, hella stank on me
Cause I'm smoking my paper
I spend my whole check on some kush for the hater
They depend on me
I keep my eyes on the table
Drifting for one second, then this turns into a fable
It dawned on me
I don't need me a label
Independent till I die unless it's J. Cole
I say so
A hundred mil
I'ma get it if I'm able
Being on the screens like it's the 90's
And I'm cable
I keep that stick on me
Bitch we hunting for paper
Spend my check on weed
Cause we roll up the haters
Ain't no fantasy
How we see our dreams come true
Steady counting greens and blues
Funny they ain't believe in you
I keep that stick on me
Bitch we hunting for paper
Spend my check on weed
Cause we roll up the haters
Ain't no fantasy
How we see our dreams come true
Steady counting greens and blues
Funny they ain't believe in you
They ain't believe in you
They ain't believe in me
I bought another tree
And got to work on me
Steady grinding beats
Another week with ease
But that's just all we do
Cause that's just all we need
They ain't believe in you
They ain't believe in me
I bought another tree
And got to work on me
Steady grinding beats
Another week with ease
But that's just all we do
Cause that's just all we need
Baby girl why you working with that coat on
Baby girl how you working with the coat on
Cruisy tha Juney, aye
Always knew I'd be a real one
How could I can't
With my Pop a real go-getter
And my Momma a saint, yuh
Everybody eats
How they being stingy with they plate, uh
Fucking with the fam
I ain't asking no questions
I pull up and blank
Gotta touch a mil 'fore it's lights out
Lil' country town
Tryna climb out
I just kept a hundred
Ain't got too much shit to lie about
I just want to ride out
In a Studebake
Crib right next to a lake
Uh
Make sure you make good decisions
You fuck up your life with a few mistakes
Yeah
Feeling like mobsters
Me and the plug on a business date
We was just laughing how stupid we was
Moving dope on the interstate
I only listen to real bosses
I just pray it resonates
It's getting harder to feel the love
Easy to feel the hate
That's why I snuck the pole in
I don't need no more friends
It ain't no folding
Gotta get it
Rillas know my slogan
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Put that chronic smoke in the air
Gravel Goons iconic
They shit is miopic
It don't compare
And Axxel the evil genius in his lair
And Diamondback the master vibe
Holy Grail
And Cruisey a rockstar with the flare
You rillas better take a seat go grab a chair
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Yeah
Hustling 'till I'm eighty
I been up
And I've been down bad crazy
Real soldiers always gon get back on they feet
Mafioso
Cosa nostra
Beat sounding how it's 'posed to
Beef getting roasted
To force an explosion
Blaouw
And them dummies blow the clip off at the crowd
But they ain't hit they target
Got the momma and her child
Life is foul, shit
Yeah, and when I'm up lonely late at night
Girl your number gets dialed
And I'm puffing this loud
Thinking I gotta stay down, yeah
If you wanna build a skyscraper
You gotta start from the ground, yeah
You gotta create your own buzz
Gotta have your own sound, yeah
You gotta prove that you got heart
Wild'n at the show down
Cause I'm smoking my paper
I spend my whole check on some kush for the hater
They depend on me
I keep my eyes on the table
Drifting for one second, then this turns into a fable
It dawned on me
I don't need me a label
Independent till I die unless it's J. Cole
I say so
A hundred mil
I'ma get it if I'm able
Being on the screens like it's the 90's
And I'm cable
I keep that stick on me
Bitch we hunting for paper
Spend my check on weed
Cause we roll up the haters
Ain't no fantasy
How we see our dreams come true
Steady counting greens and blues
Funny they ain't believe in you
I keep that stick on me
Bitch we hunting for paper
Spend my check on weed
Cause we roll up the haters
Ain't no fantasy
How we see our dreams come true
Steady counting greens and blues
Funny they ain't believe in you
They ain't believe in you
They ain't believe in me
I bought another tree
And got to work on me
Steady grinding beats
Another week with ease
But that's just all we do
Cause that's just all we need
They ain't believe in you
They ain't believe in me
I bought another tree
And got to work on me
Steady grinding beats
Another week with ease
But that's just all we do
Cause that's just all we need
Baby girl why you working with that coat on
Baby girl how you working with the coat on
Cruisy tha Juney, aye
Always knew I'd be a real one
How could I can't
With my Pop a real go-getter
And my Momma a saint, yuh
Everybody eats
How they being stingy with they plate, uh
Fucking with the fam
I ain't asking no questions
I pull up and blank
Gotta touch a mil 'fore it's lights out
Lil' country town
Tryna climb out
I just kept a hundred
Ain't got too much shit to lie about
I just want to ride out
In a Studebake
Crib right next to a lake
Uh
Make sure you make good decisions
You fuck up your life with a few mistakes
Yeah
Feeling like mobsters
Me and the plug on a business date
We was just laughing how stupid we was
Moving dope on the interstate
I only listen to real bosses
I just pray it resonates
It's getting harder to feel the love
Easy to feel the hate
That's why I snuck the pole in
I don't need no more friends
It ain't no folding
Gotta get it
Rillas know my slogan
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Put that chronic smoke in the air
Gravel Goons iconic
They shit is miopic
It don't compare
And Axxel the evil genius in his lair
And Diamondback the master vibe
Holy Grail
And Cruisey a rockstar with the flare
You rillas better take a seat go grab a chair
(La, la, la, la, la, la)
Yeah
Hustling 'till I'm eighty
I been up
And I've been down bad crazy
Real soldiers always gon get back on they feet
Mafioso
Cosa nostra
Beat sounding how it's 'posed to
Beef getting roasted
To force an explosion
Blaouw
And them dummies blow the clip off at the crowd
But they ain't hit they target
Got the momma and her child
Life is foul, shit
Yeah, and when I'm up lonely late at night
Girl your number gets dialed
And I'm puffing this loud
Thinking I gotta stay down, yeah
If you wanna build a skyscraper
You gotta start from the ground, yeah
You gotta create your own buzz
Gotta have your own sound, yeah
You gotta prove that you got heart
Wild'n at the show down
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Writer(s): Daniel Bencomo
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