Lyrics:
to get these thots on my pad
I used to live and sleep in my office on a 3” foam mattress that I would buy and return to Costco every 6 months, now I'm
the waters till its clearly
Momma bore me in that all straight
God and me, all in me, guidin' me, garden--need
Every herb that we twist to fire
Levitate in my
talking like we don't care
I'll be there sitting crying in my blue jeans
If you see me don't you come and approach me
I know that it takes a lot to stay
But your values system says you believe in sleep more than you believe in grinding
Your values system says you are a consumer and not a producer
That
Alright.
Hey, hey what do you say?
I come from a place called the U.S. of A.
Ho, ho what do you know?
Hop in my car and let's go.
Well this is
prison can’t you hear this in my poems
Working everyday but i’m set on brighter days
If the struggle is to easy your complacent by the day
No time to talk
a pistol benji make a body drop nigga
Cash chat yap yap yap
Cruise yo block clap clap clap
I don't sleep I take cat naps
And I don't put notes it's my back
money, got to get my dime
Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash
She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash
Way down in the hollow,
on the ground head in the clouds
Smoking this weed now I'm noisy as hell
Sippin the drank I'm aroused as well
I can tell by your character you gonna tell
I do my
said Lord have mercy
I like my women naked or undressin'
I'm about to give the game a C-section
Philadel, hold in down
These hoes screamin' like James
for cash and I been robbed on a credit
Worked my way in jail and I worked my way outta jail
Woke up a lot of mornin's, didn't know where I was
undeserved
But I'm certain imma catch a couple Z's
Where dream of every deed that I regret, my dawg
Deeping all the feelings in my chest
Just now waking from
no hanging out
My pops was club hopping back when Rick James was out
And all I get is Trinidad James
Wait a minute that's strange
Sip a bit
rather slide
Cold game in these streets, kept it by my side
Now I cross my T's and I dot my I's
Catch 'em from long range, let that chopper ride
When
it was destined, I ain't
Gotta tell these niggas I'm a legend
Niggas sleep, I ain't even into resting
Couple dead presidents in my left hand
Niggas
‘bout the size of the crowds
I'm only worried ‘bout dreaming
Just give me a guitar and a microphone
Maybe by the end of the song
We'll be in high cotton
bout how they miss you til you in the dirt
That's why I stick to the money I love blue faces
Got me feelin like Nipsey when doing blue laces
I'm so
Falling icicle my morning view
Blizzard wind pick up through broken window
While I snooze, another day betrayed by booze
Escape like Mister Hyde each
talking James, I ball like Lebron
They could never get a hundred yards, near the castle
Tryna find a way around my crocodiles, it's a hassle
Servin'
Twenty keys in the spot
Hundred g's in the dryer
Off of Fenkel and Meyers rocking
Designer and it's by PEW
My money wreak of Dolce Gabana
My Rollie
flowers in my sleep
The day I left as we were standing alone
She swore to me those dreams would keep
And the bells of St. James were ringing
The bells
smelled those flowers in my sleep
The day I left as we were standing alone
She swore to me those dreams would keep
And the bells of St. James were
that isn't ours
And wearin' cotton we didn't grow
He's got the red, white,
And blue flyin' high on the farm
Semper fi tattooed on his left arm
Spends
Egyptian cotton sheets
They claim you need credit so I built it in the streets
I can never settle down make money when I sleep
They say money talks make
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