Intro} Nick Cruz
"f**! yo roll that sh**
Hurry up n***a, roll that sh**!
I'm tryna get f**ing highhh, nahh nah nah nahh nah nah nahh nah dah dah "
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you gotta feel it right; you gotta feel it, yeah, you gotta feel it, yeah you gotta feel it; yeah
(Full Verse)
I started, rolling spliffs, getting a**, holding tits
My lifestyle in the past, ain't see Santa holding gifts
Cause when you at the bottom with some problems tryna solve em, bet some n***as hating; take em out of the equation
Missing my crown, but, best believe I'm earning it
The beat just pushed me and that's when I started k**ing sh**
But d**h is permanent, you gotta learn to live with it
I got drive, I even taught your girl stick shift
I'm living large, its hard to get her off of this dick
That's when I hit shift and figure ways to space out
Day in and day out, i try to find a way out
Spitting these rhymes will have me grinning again
Puffing L's but you know we f**ing, winning again
Then always come back like some spit in the wind, then always come back like Some spit in the wind
Yeah, and we used to be
Just arguing in barbershops, hanging by the parking lot, 2 for 1 pizzas eating good at that chicken spot
Straight chilling with my n***as, since a f**ing tot
And I'm not with, what these lames claim with chain gangs
Always remain same, the same names with same aims
Homie you could be a bigshot holding a gun, but when you got it pointed at you, you're open to run
Choking, and I ain't holding my lungs
And hoping the sun, don't s** up my dark nights like a sponge