Letras
Yeah-yeah
Wanty
My mother told me, wake up boy, it's time to get ready for school
And don't you let nobody trick you out like you was a fool
Wasn't talking bout no gun, she said you better be using your tools
And don't you be no follower, you better just follow the rules
My father told me, man up boy, better not act like no hoe
If anybody try you then you better be on go
Make sure I had that drip, Air Force my feet and Coogi my clothes
Them Jordans I had every pair, that's why I really don't care to wear 'em no mo
Don't mean we was rich, was closer to poor, I still had to steal from the store
Uh, just me and the gang, scraping up change, still we was smoking galore
My mother found out we was smoking, she asking us questions, but I was too high to recall
My father found out we was smoking, but he wasn't tripping, so we was like, fuck it we ball
We used to walk down to Hyatt Court looking for the opps, smoke a few blunts, then play ball
We used to pull up like anywhere, hopping out that ride, we was ready to brawl
But nowadays I just wanna stack my cake and stay out the way that's all
And yeah I'm still Brodie Picasso, 'bout to take my painting and hang that shit up on the wall
Ouu, yeah-yeah
Roll a blunt and take your time, it's time to ease your mind
Roll a blunt and take your time, it's time to ease your mind
We usually pouring up shots of that brown but today we gon' sip on the wine
Let's go to dinner, let's sit down and dine
In it, I'm killing it, is it a crime
Don't fuck with the pigs, I'm allergic to swine
Never told on a soul, if I'm lying, I'm flying
I'm high in the sky, I ain't lying, I'm flying
Wake up and go get it, as long as you trying
If I'm not in the mood then your call I'm declining
Got a notification, the money replying
My mother told me, wake up boy, it's time to get ready for school
And don't you let nobody trick you out like you was a fool
Wasn't talking bout no gun, she said you better be using your tools
And don't you be no follower, you better just follow the rules