(Intro)
9:56 am
Roll the windows down
Let the smoke out, aye
Wake up everyday bi**h
(Verse)
Ay, I’m just what you made goI been high as f**k
Since me and my home boy a rhyme
Was in town with city trynna catch that bus
We out chere what chu mean?
Back in shaker bagging 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 jumping
I made two hundred, that count for something
I pull up get them lil dubby 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 mou carbet 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 knocking on my door
Asking where do I be at now
Smoking loud on my tour bus
Famous bi**h in my back lounge
I done blew up past rap now
And it feel good bi**h I’m from the hood
So I lived a live I that I should you, hoe
Get the s**t understood you, hoe
Came in this sh*t as a kid, you know
I ain’t Cudi, but that’s the buddy
We in couch party talking cobain
Smoking 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 f**ked me over
All need to see if it was worth it
Damn, old homies switched up on me
Why am I not surprised
Looking 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 f**k, right though
Ay f**k a fake friend, get high
And talk to god dawg muthaf**ka
Let me tell yall about my month yall
Codine in my blunts yall
Like why the f**k did I smoke the sh*t?
Fell asleep and never woke up from it
But whatever, that man ain’t wearing 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 smiling at the crib
I can’t stop frowning out in public
I got this paparazzi on me
Or see these rappers acting funny
I see them stealing what I did
I see them pimping out the culture
I heard the game missed the kid
Dear hip-hop this what I wrote yall
Just what I am
(Outro)
Young kells in this muthaf**ka
Young gun in this muthaf**ka 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
They photoblog going crazy though
Red lights muthaf**ka, white smoke, haha
