Lyrics:
I’m a sinner on my best days
There’s something different in this potion
Mix it up and then sip, sip
I wanna fell outta control
Roll it up and then puff
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
know I'm never taking L's
While I'll be pouring
I smoke my weed I roll it up
Turned up in the club
Got Givenchy on my cut
Balencie's on my feet
And you
when it come to grind
Just know that we put in a lot
Focused up, I don't know how to quit
That was never in the plot, yeah
You know the vibe
Yeah, you
worked like a bitch to get the job done
You helped me around
My parents put me down
I never skipped town
I stood my ground
We kept showin' up
make that bitch shake some ass tonight
She a Thot but you going give her what you got
How many rounds in this fucking choppa
A lot nigga
How many bank
Hop up in the whip
Burberry on my wrist
Head to toe in Carhartt
Beanie Arcteryx
I could say a lot, but I'm just tryna flex
So try to bare with me while
shattering
Glass, glass, glass i'm shattering fast
I'm glass, I'm glass
You put up the walls and hold all my calls
'cause i'll be by the pool
Playing with my
with a lot so please don't give up on me
We kissin' lots in the lobby it's gonna be a good night
Not a thing that could stop me wanna be by your side
Had
from Muhatma Gandhi
Mix Tupac and Slim in Tyler's Tamale
Nas, plus a couple dozen more, then you got me
Respect before you, there's a lot of them in me
not no geek,sir
Wipe them off so clean, and the vision is key word
Hard work
Dedication
Consistency
And a lot of mental perspiration
Is what I’m talking
don't feel
Like sharing
Know that I'm fried
But I’ll cook
What your wearing
I get my pack from a nigga
Sir trap a lot
Pick up the boof
And 180
Dash out
the fuck you put that trash out you didn't think it Flopped
Send over the feature and I'll jump on it like sir mix a lot
Jump In now on any beat just like
can be a shorty in my ill convoy
Not to come across as a thug or a hood
But hon, you got the goods
Like Madelyne Woods
By the way, my name's Malik
promoted by me
Yeah she talk about me
Obsessive but I’ll never touch it if she don’t allow me
Respect
‘Member when I was running up and down the road
to do it, youngin
And these pussy niggas gon' tell up on me
I feel yo' pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five
making millions, Making payments
I keep going in and out place, it's not okay
I'll buy you roses everyday
I'll let you roll up in the wraith
I'll let you
know it's real
Tat my fucking name on you so I know it's real
I know it hurts, but I ain't tryna hear it
'Cause when I'm not around, I'll still be
over at the bitches
Snatch a blunt up out a mouth bitch
Switch it to another scene
That has you smokin' endo green
Some homies be on that lean
Mix
me but pass by
Can't even say was up out hi
I can smoke you I can roll you
Nicotine never again I told u
But then again I told u a lot of things
U
and kick a door
Lil' buddy talkin' down break em' down right into dro
Gotta' watch my back I only slide out for a play
Is a lot up on my mental gotta' roll
a lot, it's overdue
(Think it's 'bout time)
I'll tell the truth
I dream about what ima do soon as my name hit breakin' news
I had to go and get it by
make them glasses roll back to your skull
Call a tail number, where you wanna go?
The fuck do he got that I don't got a lot of?
There go my ego again,
better recognize) (2x)
(Think you better recognize) (2x)
Sam: (Dre)
Well I'm back in the mix with a bottle of hennessy,
so fire up a blunt let's have
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