Letras
Yeah
I might just take a trip to Arizona
I need that heat and my feet laid back
Don't like the coldness
I need some grapes getting fed to me baby
I wake up and I'm still in it yea my lifestyle crazy
Been getting paid for talking in a mic
Yea been getting paid for being out of sight
Yea you always all in the way
And you ain't even getting paid
Yea roach ass niggas they all around
Somebody grab the raid and spray them niggas down like it's a pool day
95 degrees it's hot as fuck sun beaming but my chains on its a cool day
I remember I used to just waste my days
Sitting there on the phone tryna catch some plays
Thinking it gotta be another way
It gotta be another way
And then I seen that mic
I grabbed that bitch start rapping yea nigga I made my own way
Yeah
I might just take a trip to Arizona
I need that heat and my feet laid back
Don't like the coldness
I need some grapes getting fed to me baby
I wake up and I'm still in it yea my lifestyle crazy