right back like i left my cell phone in the sofa cushion
long way from down there so don't look if you're scared
on the quest for the bread
like i'm trying to build a sandwich
tall enough to put me next to the moon if i was to stand on it
get caught in the rain and dissolve
sucka niggas ain't built to last that long
they out of ammunition making whack ass songs
not like that forever though
try not to let this bullshit become us
my nigga only god is above us
crusin' in my 'lac with a diamond in the back
bad bitch in the passenger seat she twistin' up a sack
i know this ain't the seventies
you can't hold me from collecting these stacks
while i was off you niggas was getting fat
it's my time boss i need parts of all that
if i ain't on my grind then what you call that
heavens to betsy somebody catch me
hopefully i land on both jordan's
get right back to the sky with another bong rip
another broken celly maybe i should buy a phone clip
my money and my rubbers all in my pockets
you already know what's in them louie pouches
it's prescribed so i ride with at least a couple ounces
never seen lions pouncin' on their prey
that's how i approached the beat today
butterfingers going to the bar
don't leave your broad you better bring her with you boy
or you'll be filing a missing person report for her
picture on a milk carton at the krogers
winn-dixie or whoever your local grocery freezer
if i didn't think i would lose my account i would of u streamed her
crusin' in my 'lac with a diamond in the back
bad bitch in the passenger seat she twitstin' up a sack
i know this ain't the seventies
you can't hold me from collecting these stacks
while i was off you niggas was getting fat
it's my time boss i need parts of all that
if i ain't on my grind then what you call that