[Verse 1:]
Welcome welcome I got a feelin' maybe we should hit the road now
The room advisors tryna make another go round
Go head baby roll it pa** it to the whole crowd
Whole crowd
Tryna find a shawty who can hang
Tryna find a dollar without involvin the drug game
Lets uh touchdown wanna dim the the lights down yall b**hes better gimme my crown
When we finally eating I'm taking that sh** to go
Too much work I can't be seated when getting money the goal
Alexander don't need no body tell everybody to roam(ROME)
Doin' sh** I never used to condone to finally make it my own
To finally be known that's what I'm here to do
In the silence collecting bodies for revenue
They used to revel you and say they knew the better you its like they had a hand in my development and left a residue
Whole zips when the rent is due cause I'm dealing with some real life sh**
Only eased by a couple knife hits hadn't been the same since Big man up top what you put in my script
I been too much thinkin'
Only really get intimate when I feel the liquor sink in Cold
Cause Isla vista got me feelin like
There's very few good girls trapped in a mountain of hoes
I get lifted f**ed up hid up in a trunk once f** being sober its a poor man sport
From the first time I ripped it I put it on my wishlist the bud gon' get me too damn poor
Looking in my pocket and the presidents lookin a man short got the water void the rapture
You could have a couple drinks and maybe even a couple more
You could do the parties but
Don't ever get absorbed in that lifestyle
[Breakdown]
[Verse 1:]
Seat warmers in my beat up Lexus
Dashboard full of flavor she ain't give no preference
I'll admit it different women had me feelin' something for a minute
The college student had a vision that was vivid
Man them Body bags lead to better dealers same as breakin' up makes a better bodybuilder
sh** and put it quotes askin where did jay go tell em all Look for the smokers in the villas
Still get judged when I'm sipping on Guinness
I'm fully with the VICE you'll be marking my attendance
My goodness somebody send a message warning all the flight attendants that I'm here
Ain't no way to save me I was born dead
In confession booths in toe tags cause me and Jesus we ain't really talk a lot
Far too recently he's let my mamma see a coffin drop
That's why I ain't let her see me when I start to cough a lot but
She just say f** it
Someone better be famous by the time I kick the bucket
They told me talk to jesus but my savior sayin' nothin'
Theres trouble at every corner brother ask my mother why the fam
Droppin like water levels in california
Its kinda funny you could find a new school and still be bothered when she find a new dude
All this temporary love got me putting up a front back home thats the type of sh** ive gotten used to
[Chorus]
Sorry Gucci and Prada made that promise to my mamma
Everything that she desire and her clothes gon' be designer
Both feet up on recliners
See I could've broken down at couple of points
They always knockin' the door for making too much noise
But the lack of money see i was never given a choice