[Verse 1:]
Yeah
I'm a put my shades on
Uh
I live it up like these are my last dreads
If time is money, I'm gonna shave it all..
Ughh, weedpower in my hourgla**
n***as faker than some pistols in a powder bag
Yeah, I put it down like my legs hurtin'
I'm on a natural high, but I fall perfect
Some of us are haters, most of y'all lhurvers
But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper
So love or hate me, I stay hate-free
They say we learn from mistakes so that's why they mistaking me
I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it's like feathers
All hail fidelin, call it bad weather
I stick to the script, I memorize the lines
Cause Life is a movie that I've seen too many times
You're on the outside looking in, close the blinds
And they say never say never, but f** it never mind
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong (ha ha)
Hello kelvin, welcome home
[Hook:]
Yeah
And I'm a
Blunt blowin'
GUcci draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherf** a** n***a
With my money growing, no matter where you're goin'
You don't need a bus pa**, for me to bust yo a** n***a
I'm a blunt blowin'
Gucci draws showin'
I-I don't give a lovely motherf** a** n***a
With my money blowing, don't matter I got more and
You don't need a bus pa**, for me to bust yo a** n***a
[Verse 2:]
Stunna, I got em, I'm back on them b**hes
All about my riches, my name should be Richard
Cut the bullsh** out, I'm Edward with the scissors
Life is a choice, and d**h is a decision
Times have changed, but f** it get a new watch
I still got the vision like a line between two dots
Young money's eating, the label getting fatter
And yea, the tables turned, but I'm still sitting at em
I'm a bad motherf**er, cause the good die young
Everybody selling dreams, I'm too cheap to buy one
Man when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb
Shoot that hummingbird down, hummingbird don't hum yeah
Big money, big money, deep pockets
Money talks, and motherf**ers eavesdropping
Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting
East side, My Piru Damu, I'm a
[Hook:]
Blunt blowin'
Gucci draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherf** a** n***a
With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'
You don't need a bus pa**, for me to bust yo a** n***a
I'm a blunt blowin'
Gucci draws showin'
I-I don't give a lovely motherf** a** n***a
With my money blowing, no matter where you going
You don't need a bus pa**, for me to bust yo a** n***a
[Verse 3:]
Light that weed, I'm a limit smoker
See y'all dead meat, and me I'm just a butcher
I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker
And freedom was my girl, until they f**ing took her
You could look into the future, it's right behind your eyelids
But I don't wanna know, cause sh** I like surprises (ha ha)
Why that, why this, why you on that why sh**?
Motherf**er ask me why, I say YM
Beach bum (yeah), call me ocean drive slim (b**h)
Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin
Young moola, (yeah) skinnies and some supras
Belly of the beast till it pukes
Motherf**er
[Hook:]
Blunt blowin'
Gucci draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherf** a** n***a
With my teeth glowing, I'm on my Deebowin'
You don't need a bus pa**, for me to bust yo a** n***a
I'm a Blunt blowin'
Gucci draws showin'
I don't give a lovely motherf** a** n***a
With my money blowing, no matter where you going
You don't need a bus pa**, for me to bust yo a** n***a
[X3:]
I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Hello fidelin, welcome home
It's young mula, baby
Young mula, baby
b**h I've been gone too long
True or false, right or wrong
Hello kelvin, welcome home