Lyrics:
I know I cannot take it anymore
But I still wanna get high with you
Can I still come and get high with you?
I don't remember my 20's
But I heard
Whenever them triggers is buckin'
I got to write a label to Trojan
Requestin' them niggas to up it
Cause my dick get bigger my balls get larger
To a size
guess I've run out
I was 25, deciding about my come up
It took me 5 years to finally drop my album
The friends that we keep by the time we're spending
prefer a cave man
Shoe box money and crumbled up 20's
I'll teach you about equity and real estate honey
For honey I will live be a father for the kids
I'll
meaning
To all this
Are you?
Or maybe it's just me
I feel like I messed up
I always get it wrong
Maybe I drank too much
In my early 20s
And now my brain is
saaray all in our 20s
Forgot all our exes kiyoun k din hi kaafi shuru k
Ghaltiyaan bohot hain insaan hain hum aakhir kaar
Yaadein taazi jab ghari bolay
family but call 'em
Immigration situation messed up
They say keep your head up
Thought it would get better
Still no green card or letter
2007 lost my dad
strike out
Aye
I was broke counting pennies
Now I'm throwin 20's when I'm buzzin off the henny
Tell me who real oh shit not too many
You a soft ass nigga
(You got it)
(You) (you) (you) (you got it)
(You got it)
(You got it)
(You) (you) (you got it)
(You got it)
Get up everybody and listen to this
that touch ya soul
Here we go fuck 20s fuck 22s cause the shit be scrapin
bendin over to check the tires and the diamonds be drapin
Paperchasin in Chevy
that touch ya soul
Here we go fuck 20s fuck 22s cause the shit be scrapin
bendin over to check the tires and the diamonds be drapin
Paperchasin in Chevy
hoes gone ride in my Hummer
But I got a top of tha line bitch beside me
And if a nigga fuck up my hoe gone ride for me
See I'll put change on my own
youngins
Clapping with my youngin's, couple hundred onions
Breaking down them 20's what you need, we got it for you
Chop the chicken down to chicken
Big ass holes he got hit by a nickel
We sending that fat shit get hit by a missle
Long Live Lo you know that we miss you
You speak ona men and we
bond will have you condemned
Messed up, messed up, you can't tell how messed up I am
All of the weight on your shoulders
I'm having their heads smashed
real
10's 20's 50 and 100s
You better keep making money
Your future is waiting
So go get that money
Uh Uh
Hold Up
Can't fuck with me
Made it outta
95 the speed got you shook
Bad bitch make you take a second look
Don’t need your help I do it by the book
Ocean view, blue skies
The grass is greener
I was seventeen, just getting started
Every weekend was a non-stop party
Chasing girls and cruising town
It was nightclubs all through my 20's
alone with no one to love, staying at home with no one to trust. This ain't enough, this love is too much.
My 20's are gone, damn. I spent too much time.
way
Long story short he saw a commercial that said that
The 20's are the prime of your life
But that doesn't seem to be true at this moment
Electric Company backed up
By Schoolhouse Rock, shit
Didn't have no bills then
But now I got bills
Seems like I'm only a bill
And livin' only for skrill
I
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin'
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
10s 20s 50s 100s yea imma run it up need a calculator
Now im biting down like a alligator ill see you later
Im gone see you later
This life is a mind
that, the kick back
Freeze up like water
PA 1-5 nigga, like to stay high nigga
Hoes call me first class
Cause I stay fly nigga
I'm known to skate by nigga
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