Gotta get it, that's a sure thing
No pretending cause we're all in
Half my brothers still touring
Remind me to send a couple postals in the morning
Weed smoke in my lungs
I still G-code with my dons
Sleeping in my clothes up in cunch
I've got rock like Mumford & Sons
And I shot it to his mum and his son
But don't judge me
Cause I love life, life don't love me
So fuck it, c'est la vie
Shit, I need to get this weight off me
Cah it's due to send me way off key
I put this pain on beats, they're praying that I peak
They wanna see me demised but I ain't even arrived
And I'm heat, imma rise, plus God's on my side
And real's where I reside so free my G's, free yours too
Potter got Harry, got raw too
Tan a white girl like Corfu
They want more tunes, I need more food
Cause I be in the bando, needles on the floor like Saw II
You wouldn't guess it when you walk through
I'm with my jiggas and we're looking like we all blew
My baby tells me "this is all you"
Hot stepping in my Nike Air sneaker
This just in, I've got the beaver
I've got it on the arm and got it cheaper
Cause sitting down, I'm still a stand-up geezer
Hands up, take the what, left the what?
Hands down, I've got the streets in a sleeper
I'm a street star, hood VISA
And I don't beef no one but Regina
Thorough, you can tell through my demeanour
I've been my brother's keeper
Since we used to hide the money in the speaker
Now I ride around, banging Money in my speaker
Fucking with a gringo, make her scream "arriba! "
