RC - GNF lyrics

[Verse 1: Gatsby] 12 signs, 12 disciples, wonder which was Judas While I'm puffing on the rudest, loud gra** call it hula Light night piping hookah, till my coughing answer Then I call up a bad Tina to be might private dancer Cause if I worried about this asthma, well that's another topic I'm just trying to be a prophet, writing rhymes for profit And n***as wanna see me stop it, it's b**h to gon' get noticed n***as give you dap one second then play you like you bogus While my Pops telling me, my son you have arrived Thinking I strive but can't imagine all the sh** that I hide Driving high, drunk off money, no days working sunny No nights slept thru, more dark places crept thru n***as trying to stop our champagne campaign But I'mma make em run like panty hose, Lord knows Vinny tell me chill, you gotta know how to act Pa** me the blunt and he say relax [Hook: Gatsby and Cori Covell] So we rollin' doobies up, we don't give no f**s f** is up f** they talkn' bout, they ain't built like us, n***as trust Women lust, when your paper touch, boy that's such a rush That's such a rush, that's such a rush Rollin' doobies up, we don't give no f**s f** is up f** they talkn' bout, they ain't built like us, n***as trust Women lust, when your paper touch, boy that's such a rush That's such a rush, that's such a rush Cause they know, they know, they know, oh they know Man they know, they know, they know, oh they know, oh they know [Verse 2: R.C.] Some days you wonder if you really deserve it Especially when you notice all of your faults are lurking Its so easy on this road to think you forgot your purpose When they start throwing you money and you wonder what your worth is Everybody having kids and I'm here forgetting dreams Losing sleep over reality hope the ends justify the means I'm in the trap like a dead mice sad sight Don't be amazed I won't see a pair a dice but these snake eyes being eyeing me feeling like a prey to the chase as I race to the cheese they watching my pace Everyone falls away from me, don't tell me you f**ing love me Then change your mind, you better had f**ing died Versions of suicide I contemplate in my mind I'm so out of touch I'm paraplegic over these lines Vinny tell me chill, you gotta know how to act Pa** me the blunt and he say relax