Section 8 just straight cooked the motherfucker up Let's go
Tell me where it all ends The bigger you get, you feel like all the problems, deserve 'em But that's where it begins (Yeah) Too many strangers try to give me daps and hugs But they are not my friends Gimme my flowers, right now, while I'm walkin' this Earth And forgive me for my sins (Yeah) Forgive me my sins (Go)
I know I got problems and you got some problems, too And if you ain't livin' right, demons gon' follow you I'm in my feelings and don't wanna bother you Don't wanna bother you, I need a bottle, too Fuck on an actress and fuck on a model, too Talk to the heavens, you know I'ma cry to you Talk to the heavens, you know I'ma cry to you I cannot lie to you, you know they proud of you (Let's go)
You know they listenin', you know they stalkin' you You know they peepin' when you drop a album, too Roll me some kushy and flow like some Auto-Tune I need to vent, yeah, I gotta see mama soon Fuck on these bitches for extra credit I done make me some money, I keep a debit Gotta keep me some bread, I'm talkin' lettuce Don't be talkin' to feds, they out to get us I be puttin' my heart on these tracks I swear all these niggas ain't harder than that Bank account zero, I started with that She wanna argue, not arguin' back I just be needin' my time, 'cause I ain't got time 'Cause time don't wait on nobody Want all my dawgs to be rich like Roddy Bro how you feelin'? Let's smoke out the lobby (Woo, woo, woo, woo) Lately been feelin' like I'm trapped like I'm Gotti Don't want the pussy, I take all the sloppy Genius gon' flex in a new Maserati I know I'm next, who the fuck gonna stop me? I cannot make up my mind, I'm tired of music, I just wanna quit But if I quit, I'd never be shit Can't work a job, but I work a bitch (Yeah) Livin' my dream, yeah that's what I get (Yeah)
Tell me where it all ends The bigger you get, you feel like all the problems, deserve 'em But that's where it begins (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Too many strangers try to give me daps and hugs But they are not my friends (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Gimme my flowers, right now, while I'm walkin' this Earth And forgive me for my sins (Yeah) Forgive me my sins (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go)
I know I got problems and you got some problems, too And if you ain't livin' right, demons gon' follow you I'm in my feelings and don't wanna bother you Don't wanna bother you, I need a bottle, too Fuck on an actress and fuck on a model, too Talk to the heavens, you know I'ma cry to you Talk to the heavens, you know I'ma cry to you I cannot lie to you, you know they proud of you
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