9:56 AM Roll the windows down Let the smoke out, aye
Wake and bitch
Aye, I’m just what you made, God I been high as fuck Since me and my home boy a rhyme Was in town with city tryna catch that bus We out chere what you mean? Back in shaker, baggin’ tree Baby mama call from the college Said them kids wanna pay the fee I’m up early in the morning Smoke in public, my trap is jumpin’ I made two hundred, that count for somethin’ I pull up get them lil Debbie muffins I’m out chere on my daughter Whiskey, weed, and water Just beat that misdemeanor last week Need more money for the lawyer I need new carpet at the crib God damn this roach is where I live So dope, put some groceries in the fridge Young man, just hope that God forgives Fast forward, old hoes knockin’ on my door Askin’ where do I be at now Smokin’ loud on my tour bus Famous bitch in my back lounge I done blew up past rap now And it feel good bitch I’m from the hood So I lived a life I that I should you, hoe Get the shit understood you, hoe Came in this shit as a kid, you know I ain’t Cudi, but that’s the buddy We in couch party talkin’ Cobain Smokin’ hella J’s out in London No beef at 16, I had no chips at 16 Call Ben Baller, told him we need custom Diamond Cleveland championship rings We need all of them big things Just cause we deserve it Just cause the ones who fucked me over All need to see if it was worth it Damn, old homies switched up on me Why am I not surprised? Lookin’ at me like I need to share the piece When they weren’t even there to make the pie Man, that’s why
Yeah, yeah Fake friends. Fuck them, right though Ay fuck a fake friend, get high And talk to God dawg motherfucker
Let me tell ya’ll about my month ya’ll Codine in my blunts ya’ll Like why the fuck did I smoke the shit? Fell asleep and never woke up from it But whatever, that man ain’t wearin’ my denim pants And these long, long nights on all this cocaine Ain’t working man So, what am I to do When the game is so fake and I am true And my city just got the W And the number one spot is vacant too And I think my foot might fit the shoe And I think my glasses look a fool And I know my daughter so proud Tell the kids my daddy got a pool And I can’t stop smilin’ at the crib I can’t stop frownin’ out in public I got this paparazzi on me Or see these rappers actin’ funny I see them stealin’ what I did I see them pimpin’ out the culture I heard the game missed the kid Dear hip-hop this what I wrote y’all Just what I am
Young kells in this motherfucker Young gun in this motherfucker blam, aye For my city though, for the game EST. That is me, huh, hold up that is we, aye Double X, aye, We the best, aye Bake boulevard going crazy though Red lights motherfucker, white smoke, ha ha