� Music � � Yeah, ayy, la la la la la la, ayy � � Damn, I got w*** for the low � � Got me a quarter pound with through security � � All of my homies love me, they secure me � � Everyday another day to be with me � � Damn, I got tree, I can smoke � � Caught me some dinner and then I rap � � Ahem, ayy, ayy � � Damn, I got w*** for the low � � Got me a quarter pound with through security � � All of my homies love me, they secure me � � Everyday another day to be with me � � Damn, I got tree, I can smoke � � Caught me some denim, I wanted people to go copy my style � � I've been back when I was gone for a while � � Get a d*** and I feel down � � I got some money, got some blessing up the plug � � Became my only drug, been to hell a couple times � � One would think I had enough � � I'm never gonna learn again, but if I burn again, I'm gonna turn a couple heads � � Make a little bread, get a little food � � I don't give a f*** when I got love and care around me � � All the demons doubt me, if you really bout me, then you really bout me � � I got my people around me and they all around me, tell me how we sounded � � Turn up the stereo, smoke some w*** and get hysterical � � Damn it, why is this a rare devote? I really hate the globe � � Well f*** it, don't overdose � � Damn, I got w*** for the low � � Got me a quarter pound with through security � � All of my homies love me, they secure me � � Everyday another day to be with me � � Damn, I got tree, I can smoke � � Caught me some denim, I wanted people to go copy my style � � I've been back when I was gone for a while � � Get a d*** and I feel down � � I ain't breaking down for nothing, you can choke up on this whole thing � � Then my ho came with some new chains and a few things � � On them hoes, they finally start to look like rappers on a one-way call � � I got some local trappers, cause the money stack was never tall enough � � Eating dominoes a couple months ago � � And now I cannot touch unless I play the top � � When they debated nothing, highly hating on us � � Saint bag and his soul friend � � I'm all over maps and it's on moms � � They can never move home, but it's all love � � When they wanted them right, who they call up? � � But we went from the benches to ballin' � � Double, triple, I threw a whole lot in � � They live like this, can't like me � � Damn, I got w*** for the low � � Got me a quarter pound through security � � All of my homies love me, they securing me � � Every day, another day to be weird with me � � Damn, I got tree, I can smoke � � Caught me some denim, I wanted people to go copy my style � � I've been back when I was gone for a while � � Get a d*** and I feel down � � Phone ringing like a b**** � � I don't pick up on that sh** � � I'm on my business, I'm flipping through numbers again � � Who is this n**** that's tripping on everything? � � You don't want anything off of the rim � � Your daughter been on me and she's super stokin' � � And she grabbed the camera like she Kevin Smith � � Smoking my brick like I'm back on my s*** � � I'm still tipping on faux-fauxs � � Pull up in a black truck if you act up like I'm not Mike Jones � � I'm calling my phone, line's been tapped up � � Maybe I get a bit out of hand � � Handle my business any way that I can, like I'm postal � � Now too vocal, now for a chance to get another advance with a poster child � � Damn, I got w*** for the low � � Got me a quarter pound through security � � All of my homies love me, they securing me � � Every day, another day to be weird with me � � Damn, I got tree, I can smoke � � Caught me some denim, I wanted people to go copy my style � � I've been back when I was gone for a while � � Get it when I feel down �