Smokin rollin reefer up I adjust the tweakers up Break it break it down break it down so I can beat it up Where the welcome back? where the welcome at? my sneakers tough This is for my old head go on turn your speakers up Rocky where you been? I been tryna make my ends meet So I can cop that Bathing Ape, or Jeremy Scott, or 10.DEEP Bottles full of rozay ridin in the Benz Jeep Blowin money fast now im finna think Im Big Meech I met with my old head we sat for a while We rolled a couple swishers we chat for a while I said Im just on my grind I come to Houston all the time He said whats been goin down in your New York state of mind Fiine there are bad days you feel like givin up Like how you gon eat when this gig is up When the chips is down and the jig is up But I dont give a fuck roll another swisher up Cause I just came here down south so I could get these pounds out And move my mother nice somewhere closer than a town house And my beats bangin kickin harder than a roundhouse I spoke with my old head and this is what I found out
x2 Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, money come and goes Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake If you listen when ya old head talkin, youll be straight
Now my old head, old age, bald head, Rogaine Code red, codeine, nose red, cocaine Pimpin bitches since lemon chicken shrimp, lo mein Gold chains, afros, platforms, soul train And he told me bout that rappin trappin in the old days When pop homeboy shock before that rat tat tat tat tat nose rings And Im so high I could fuck around and grow wings And we sippin on somethin purpler than Soul Plane We sip slow slow swing tip fos and chrome wings Told me I should head home and do my own thang Then I heard my phone rang hold up thats my old dame Pick it up I hit you back, miss me and I miss you back She said harlem miss you too and they cant wait to get you back You should come on home leave the drugs alone and stick to rap Just dont come back flossin cause that type of shitll get you clapped
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