VERSE:
I was gone go at her neck
Til she spoke now I'm like uh oh
I like girls from the hood
Maybe cuz my mama cut throat
I know that where she from
Ain't worth more than who she love
My patnas found they wife in church
Ima find her in the club
Hold on. Hold on. Hold on
Hold on
'fore you get to judging me
Let me complete my last sentence
These bars don't you give you custody
Ima free man
I freelance
Off freelance
Be tweakin
On weekends
But you don't even know me
What up?
HOOK:
You dont even know me what up?
You dont even know me what up?
You dont even know me what up?
You dont even know me what up?
VERSE:
I'm ridin in the car
While my homie smokin uh oh
I love the smell of weed
Even tho I never sm-oke
I know that how it smell
Very well just might offend
...offend
"I still dont smoke but i smell like my friends" - Saba
Hold on. Hold on. Hold on
Hold on
'fore you get to judging me
Let me complete my last sentence
These bars don't you give you custody
Ima free man
I freelance
Off freelance
Be tweakin
On weekends
But you don't even know me
What up?
VERSE:
It's some people in this world that
See a man and be like uh-oh
Or girl
But they don't know
That Girl
They just
Grab stones and hurl
So I wrote this write here
So that we could be clear
You can't tell a fruit is bad unless you
Touch or come near
See it's the same with me
You see Im cool with all the gangstas
You think Ima g
I love my family
So where they be ats
Where Ima be
And commonly
Round some ganja leaf
And hood girls with no Theology