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Woke up this morning, thinking need some more of these z's
Feeling the breeze it's cold, like 30 degrees
Stand up wipe my face, head straight to the sink
Brushing my teeth, phone buzzing missed a call
But, I ain't really worried though, thinking bout food
Chinese or Popeyes, spicy two piece with red beans and wild rice
Get some shorts case we try to go to the court
Looking for cigs, got two, got to get me some more
Get some kicks, grab my keys, it's like 11:30 mom yelling at me
It's the norm I ain't really worried, hit up my brother
Like aye man, need me a wash, come through
He says will chop it up, get us some food, it's on you
I hang up, start busting a move
Hit the radio 103 playing from the airwaves
Rocking to control heard that track, last Wednesday
Thinking god damn got to find a way to get paid, man
Just left Chickfila, was really killing those fries
In the whip doing 80, riding in this Jeep wishing it was a Mercedes
Still dreaming a bit, parking the whip
Forgot I need to get me some cigs, closing the door
See screaming, as I walk in the store, things I ignore
100's, make sure that they ports, leaving the store, phone rings
Open my door,
pick it up it's my brother, I'm like wait to till I get home
He replies like ok, got some shit that's going on
On 64, uptown, time is 5:30, all this motherfucking traffic
Got me losing my mind, grab my lighter spark up a cig
Rolling down the window, got a bag of some haze
Or maybe it's some hydro, just tryna vibe though
You know chill and relax
30 minutes past on my street
Looking out the window, hear my brother yelling
So I park, and I move close
Bout ten paces out, hear em flapping they lips
Talking is slick, see
Start balling his fist, I say what's up
We got a problem, as I look in they face
It's two dudes, ones standing and the other in the whip
I'm in front, he's the passenger, saying don't play
Here my brother getting fired up, you think this a game