[Into: IRAI Ouree]
Nah put your hands in the sky if you here tonight
Nah put your hands in the sky if you here tonight
Nah put your hands in the sky if you here tonight
You bout bout to rock with ice
[Hook: IRAI Ouree]
Im just trying to smoke my weed
As the world is filled with foolish things
I pray I get the strength to beat it (yeah)
I pray I get the strength to bet it
[Verse 1: IRAI Ouree]
This sh** like a dream, this behind the scenes
Of the movie, Im so special like the features on my DVD
Smoking weed in my girlfriend mama Mazda three, He-
I couldn't help but ponder
About the world and all the ops it got to offer
The coppers putting the darker color in premature coffins
Like Dracula, back it up, back to my magnet faction
f*ggots feeling I wasn't black enough
For all this rapping stuff
As Boosie bustin' thru your eardrum I get savager
Im feeling higher than Haileys Comet
Im bout to vomit, my brain declinin'
To see the ending of this blunt like forced trauma
I was not speaking to people
Im conscience to hear everything you can say
Tryinna put my hands on 50 mill like Christian Grey
Like, I wonder how sh** taste
If life a b**h her throne it be my f**ing face
I can see the world for what it is (I know you do)
I can tell her p**y is the sh** (I know you do)
But I be the man in tameras life like Ray Cambell
Fire like a candle, still smoking like a camel
My Team Vandels, my bars handles
Im floating like Gods sandals, spitting a Gods anthem
So, if I was to die tonight
You can't get enough of me Barry White
Ice
[Verse 2: Joka GP]
I swear I'ma need a boss wife
She gotta master roles solely 'cause she knows I trust her
Gotta make sure I can toss her right
And you can take that how you want it
But you give me what I'm wanting then I'm sacrificing
f** how much it cost tonight
'Cause I'ma make a way, could paint a picture
But my wrist get shaky when I'm with ya
Mama I got these words if you don't have your bird flip them
I renounce bull turds even if GP be spitting them
So f** all that you heard about a n***a
Uh, he got that mac
Trust, he be that n***a ride that Buick like a Lac
Luck, getting in his circle he ain't know you the past
Cut up on these tracks if he ain't ever had an act
I been underground lately mining
Thought I struck gold but I swear her p**y's diamonds
Got to get swole just to preserve all thats mine bih
f** accusing whole 'cause I rely on the linemen
Friction's under my soles, I'm on my toes, never blind bih
I be running low in case you think you going to clothesline me
I be like that mole, underground slow grinding
Find me with that mole on my lip steadily smiling
b**h I'm about to be that next milestone Bryant
Joker Too Cold be the first in line to sign me
Got to put my home on the map where you can find it
Deep South's own, Baton Rouge, we the finest
Third coast k**ers
[Hook: IRAI Ouree]
Im just trying to smoke my weed
As the world is filled with foolish things
I pray I get the strength to beat it (yeah)
I pray I get the strength to bet it
[Outro: Joka GP]
And over the years you learn, what you deserve
(True that, True that)
But the question is are you willing to pay the cost
To be the boss
Its all up to you
Barry White