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(Get the fuckin' tag)
Aye, huh
Yeah
Look
Point 'em out
I heard they was talkin', so go point 'em out
Shawty get down, all around the town, I call her word of mouth
Kept my head up, every single time, fuck how it's turnin' out
Grew up with this rap shit, so, why would I be turning now?
Tryna reach the top, but, sometimes I ain't certain how
Ventin' to these songs and my peoples, they the ones hold me down
Tuckin' blunts straight off the stage, we really Rolling Loud
Niggas think I'm new to this game, you ain't gotta show me 'round
But I'm, at the front door knocking heavy, 'cause I need some advice
Like my parent checkin' my homework, I don't think nothing right
Man upstairs tryna send me a message, I hope it's something nice
Told Him everything that I wanted, but don't wanted, but don't want nothing like
Tell yourself you gon' be okay, and maybe something might
Speedin' home, I swerve through the traffic, same time, I'm running lights
Stupid shit just got me on edge, something like a cuttin' knife
Aye, yeah
Just like a cuttin' knife, huh
Cuttin' up, through the interstate we-, yeah
Okay, smokin' on the interstate, we really made a highway
Outside of the crib, we cranking hits up in the driveway
Playin' with my munyun, we start flippin' shit to sideways
You better pay it up before we change today to Friday
Smokin' on the interstate, we really made a highway
Got the ganja punchin', like a heavy to a lightweight
Count the paper up, I need a 10, just for a light day
You know what they say, never let them know your next move
Huh? Wait, no, no, wai-