Letras
Rozel, USA, nigga
(Mixed by Kamillion)
Uh, got that toolie, yo, I'm moody, yo, I'm foolie, yo
Play the game, you watch your brain, that's stupido
White tee, plain Jane, it's Louis though
Clipper hit the whole gang, you know that bitch is Ruby though
And all these niggas actin', feelin' like I live a movie role
I'm so hood, when I'm in the hood, I still be in a hoopty though
You know I'm blue, my brother red
You know that's still my woopty though
Box braids like Coolio, suck my dick, truly yours
I'm worried about Para-Damn, they worried about a pair of Diors
Like fuck makin' the sauce, I figured out that I'm the sauce
At the party outside, you see Lambos and the Porsche
I seen niggas had a hammer and still get nailed to the cross, damn
I can't cuff a bitch, I been fightin' off my demons
I won't transition to fuck with fake niggas
Put the Percs down, all this pain, I'ma feel it
All I ask is don't take my kindness as a weakness
You flex a hundred bands, to me, that ain't enough
Shame on me for lookin' for love in the club
My niggas got they head down, we gon' run it up
I'm rollin' with my niggas, ain't no cuffin' in the club
No, no, yeah, yeah
No, no, babe, yeah
No, no, babe
Uh, pop a pill, go buy the case, tell the lawyer, "Beat the case"
You chase bitches and the bank, the only thing I ever chase
I'm at the table with them bosses, they ain't eatin' off my plate
Same ones that tried to curve me tryna holla now I'm straight
Mid-October in Miami, I'm catchin' vibes by the lake
Iguanas and snakes right outside the estate
Even if the stakes high, I'm tryna find me a plate
They won't never catch me slippin', I got ties, get you laced
Reportin' live from the base, they goin' live for some fame
Only time I feel ground is when I'm flyin' on a plane
When I land, you know I'm active, probably dashin' with a dame
Cut from a different cloth, you know our fashion ain't the same
Gotta play to win, minor setback, major comeback, it be makin' sense