it's crazy how we blowing
i can smell something in the oven
get it while it's on the zebra crossing
shit i want the same line
said a prayer before i loaded up the session
i was supposed to hit it one time
told all my niggas i'm going back for seconds
you want a war then i'm ain't holding back my weapon
i'mma teach you all a lesson
amateurs try and fuck up the progression
you gotta suck up to the motherfucking legends
trying to find the holy grail
trying to change the worst for the better
make a bredda try and take his own life if you let the pressure get ya
it's crazy how we blowing
trying to get to this money
baby why do you think i'm up late?
got these ozs seeling like hotcakes
my hitters hold you for ransom
all they need is rope and the duct tape
you'll be looking at your life
now them niggas thinking 'fuck's sake'
got a bad b that acts cruddy
says she wanna make money
she might just catch body
i just tell her sheg body
the way i beat up the hus
then grease up the dot rotten
she wan' crease up my jog bottoms
it's crazy how we blowing
't why you be on that black shit again?'
said i'll put out this mixtape for free
so they won't buy your wack shit again
i just followed 50 girls on my insta
i'm getting distracted again
chris brown's here like a karrueche
now she's spraying like a uzi
but these women think i'm cudi
*i used to have 100 friends*
why's a 1000 people fronting like they know me?
only letting real niggas in the ace club
cause you couldn't walk a mile in my shoes nigga
i just pray the lord's with me while i boogie with these devils like brap
i used to have 100 friends
now i count all my friends on my right hand
how can you be a pagan now
when you could have been my right hand?
heard they wanna boogie with the boy
heard they wanna boogie with the boy
so i put on my dancing shoes
it's crazy how we blowing
mama done raised me a saint
strippers done build up my pain
pied piper with the fiddles
used to ask my mama why lidls?
you was too shy and civil
new guy up in the palace on my suit and tie shizzle