D.R.U.G.S - Whip It lyrics

[Verse 1] The way it stack like when in pain cause I can't believe it I be stunting in the hood like it ain't no secret Pull up two door up in Compton and I'm bumpin Jeezy And my girl hop in the car then she turn on CV Plus these rap n***as be straight rhyming reason I be swaggin my sh** hotter than Top Ramen even Out in Houston, yeah, and that's just for the weekend All my n***as waking up, like we hitting dreams then n***as sippin lean, Japanese ripped up jeans While your wife she flipped the team That's why my main chick a queen I put on for my city, she put on tight jeans And then show her a**, and it's everythin what it seems My cousin rock a ring, sock you in your spleen Gotta keep your heart strong, through all these broken dreams I rock these chains in my soul really made me bling At the El Rey, sold out, and I'm only 18 My life swisher mean went, on a different scene Copped my mama Tiffany's God singing symphonies Cape on, chest out, feelin like Hercules At the mall, going hard, making purchases I went up, I came down off adversity Baby girl never went to no university She was droppin it of that spot, doing it all for that gwap Hope her heart make it stop, take a shot for Had dreams of the crib, suicide doors I'm a dog for the money on all fours Didn't want to ride Honda or no Accords Baby girl bad and she call me lord [Hook x2] Whip it, put it in a pot, then you make it stir Baby need a job and I got that work She was actin shy so I went in first How she get this fly, I invented her [Verse 2] My fans want sequels, my clan run equal Girl I wish I can redo every time I gotta leave you Livin lethal, dodgin evil when I'm steady flexin Sending signs to the sky, hope he get the message What do you do when your first rhymes get old Your mind get grown and it's time to get on Only make songs with the vibe that hit home I put rims on my flaws and I tint my wrongs She told me, she told me she can't leave she already gone I can quit right now, I'm already on That's how high right now I got this sh** on lock down Like murder eight counts, you ain't never gon get out Nah, this where they never gonn be proud But at least I gave my all, and I made my mama smile Pa**in the heavy flow, grabs with a steady growth Yeah girl I want your heart, a** and your schedule [Hook] x2 Whip it, put it in a pot, then you make it stir Baby need a job and I got that work She was actin shy so I went in first How she get this fly, I invented her