Letras
One of one
One of none
Wavy gang shit
Forever
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh
You know how the gang go
Fuckin' make the paper fold
Still fuckin' the same hoe
(I just need my space right now)
Make a top model pick the money off the floor
Keep my cup, pour some more, I'm a junkie, bitch, I know
Man, this shit ain't fair, my homie jumpin' on the dope
Trill nigga, ice and bills so she love me even more
Rockstar lifestyle, beans, expensive ripped jeans
Life with me been normal, but they told me I'm a big thing
Two phones goin', know it's money if this bitch ring
Bet you pray to God, ain't no runnin' from this inf-Beam
Just threw it in the bag, I ain't read the tag
Somethin' like two thousand pills on the Neiman side
Pourin', pourin' through the night, I just think and ride
Top dog, outlaw, yeah, I drink and drive
You can smell it in the air, - taste it in my cup
Relationship kinda toxic, fell in love with drugs
Fell through with the mob, they ran out of ones
Stackin' paper, coppin' watches, pass 'em to my sons
And I know who love me and who don't, I can feel this shit
It ain't hard to put this shit on wax 'cause I'm livin' it
Smell like Mojave and the zaz at the dealership
Come and ride with me for a day, so I can show you just how real it get
Always on meds for the pain, stayin' up so I don't feel this shit
I done been up, went down, got back, and I'm still the shit
I was taught the game, steal the game, never change, I'll never switch
Pops say, "Pray," then I came, turned it up, I feel Heaven-sent
Shoes on go, ain't callin' shit off once that cheddar spent
Tears in my eyes 'cause I know some niggas died who ain't never live
For real (yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
All music aside, you gon' stay in front line?
Or you gon' fade away or try to run, go hide? (Oh-oh-oh)
Gotta pay attention, enemies in disguise
Walkin' in sunrise, clocked in on the job
Shorty think she special, she ain't even saved
Play the cards you dealt, still ain't showed a spade
Tell her I never had shit, top down in the rain
Still a fuckin' fan, seen a pretty bitch wave
Come with me for the night, dreams come true
I just made her cum twice, tell your friend come too
Hood preachers, street guys, givin' gems to the youth
Broca's walkin' to the booth, waves all on the crew
(I just need my space right now)
Yeah
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Yeah-yeah-yeah)