besides the unread chapters
i probably close it up soon
committed man to this traffic
i might as well jump the broom
split off profit with my friends
scratchin' but we chasing bags like plastic blowing in the wind
split off profit with my friends
scratchin' but we chasing bags like plastic blowing in the wind
lucki eck$ and lucki eck$ i do it all for them
i swear it's just the thrill
been tryna get rich since i moved my first rock
i've been patrick how i'm livin' under these rocks
i've been stainin' drugs and doing 'em
forgettin' about the profit
i can stay out if i lock it
pickin' white as if it's cotton
master said that i should pay for that it's tol
back down them old dusty roads
for that all american dream shit
i give a few a bloody nose
and others do it for a rush
some wear expensive clothes and others cop lookin' like bums
i love for this soothin' mushroom
without me all their days would be night
the plumber put fix in their pipe
then i give 'em nothin' but trouble
i get 'em where they need second-hand
i'm peyton out of the huddle
used all the pots and pans
i clean 'em before my mother
is trapping as hard as it gets?
these niggas say they trapping
cheat codes won't get a motherfucker far as this
what sloppy eating on carpets get
and i give 'em nothing but trouble
and i give 'em nothing but trouble
and i give 'em nothing but trouble
and i give 'em nothing but trouble