If I gotta come to your house
Friday night my niggas wanna bool out
You say I been on a way different mile
Don't know how to work around that
Don't know how
If you find a plan for my wealth
Guess I'll be all by myself
I don't need women who come and go in my life
Oh you can send them to hell
Dropped out of school, don't need nobody else
I got a lot on my plate
I'm on a way different tip in my head
Don't think a nigga relate
Mom I ain't going to school
You know I ain't follow no rules
Never been one for the books
Never looked back at the shit that I did
At the end of the month, I ain't cool
I am the one I can't beat
Humble pie all on my beat
I might be losing my mind
So y'all ain't heard shit about me
Mama don't want me at stu
Mama don't fuck with my crew
Mama blowing up my phone
Treat me like I'm three years old
Mama treat me like a bitch
Mama blame it on the drugs
Mama says I'm never sober
Mama assumes I'm a thug
8578, 8578
Last four phone numbers, hang up, I cannot relate
8578, 8578
Last four phone numbers, hang up, I cannot relate
Bodies on bodies, perfecting my timing
I had to get back on the grind
Close to my dreams and I don't need no genie
'Cause I got the magic inside
Chairman arrives, cop the new choppa' now we bout' to blow up the block
Ran outta town for the fuck shit, I got a whole lot of things on my mind right now
Fresh out the dungeon, if they looking for trouble the type exactly when they find us
Cotton candy from the ground up
I got the combination in my cup
Flow left the game in the dust (yeah)
W gang in the cut (yeah)
Now she tryna hang with the homies, I got your hoe in a hush
Pour out the-
Drink for the dearly departed
Wings on my back on some Jeremy Scott shit
Y'all really leave me no option, I got the key to the city, no locksmith
Y'all niggas move so repetitive
I miss the juice with the sedative
Sick and tired of all these wannabes niggas say they bout' it but they never is
Sun is rising it's the genesis
New day, new money (yeah)
Purple haze, blue hundreds (yeah)
High grade, I'm too much for 'em
Niggas still tryna ride the wave, listen to the kids is all I'm tryna say bruh
Smoke till I'm up and away bruh
Hoe get the fuck out my face
Mama don't want me at stu
Mama don't fuck with my crew
Mama blowing up my phone
Treat me like I'm three years old
Mama treat me like a bitch
Mama blame it on the drugs
Mama says I'm never sober
Mama assumes I'm a thug
8578, 8578
Last four phone numbers, hang up, I cannot relate
8578, 8578
Last four phone numbers, hang up, I cannot relate