Chubby Jag - Intro (Poetry Lounge 2) lyrics

-Verse 1: Chubby Jag I'm Just hoping I get to chill sh** been getting bad, I'm just hopin' I get the deal Caught up in the life, I hope I don't forget the sk** I been dreamin' about the bucks plus winnin' like this the meal I floss heat, you ain't' winnin' this sh** concealed Pimpin at it's finest, let them b**hes get the bill I heard the cops is shootin' n***as in cuffs now That's why my n***as the only n***as I trust now I swear I'm smoking i'm never puttin' my cup down We all def. Shout out the company uncle russ found Family think i'm rich huh, n***as switchin' up now Set u up, u think it's a dinner it's a buss down Came from the gutter, n***as crazy to groom Bring me back when I was homeless Pat gave me the room I been sendin' love to my papi Got a brother in the army, I just hope he don't die from a slug from one ockies No I ain't' preachin' i'm teachin' i'm givin' lessons out We went from jeans to slacks. feel like we steppin out My momma on the bed prayin', and stressin' out She don't wanna see me on the bed like I'm stretchin' out From rags to richest, this the life for that I feel like jesus took my dad, he wasn't right for that Scattered Thoughts back, I don't need the hype for that All this sh** came from the heart, no need to write for that -Verse 2: Everything seem funny And it's crazy cuz' the funny thing is they say the love you but they really mean money Tried to take the dream from me I tell these hoes I got that karl malone swag, you won't get a ring from me naa Plumbin' never showed and now we lookin' for the leakin' Gave her style scream ow like she was looking for the weekend Move d** to survive, got me lookin' for the tweakin' In church boutta cry got me lookin' for the deacon I respect mad n***as except for you Work hard now so when I'm older I got less to do I never had love for nothin' except the booth Still lie to these hoes, they can't except the truth She give me all the brain I swear that hoe got no mind I was on my slow grind, now I'm in it like show time All my n***as know protect the rock like the o-line Bars n***a I can pa** the bar exam in no time I can't lie we all had dreams of being self made Got caught with that weed like bron did in the 12th grade I just hit up pat and told the n***a that enough's enough Barely f** with fam because other family f**ed it up Loyalty is everything some of them ain't have that Formed a new alliance, that's what some of them is mad out If ever get hurt its like when kobe hurt Dressed up to spur boy I call that sh** ginobly shirt So to judge a n***a life, you gotta know me first Intro got em like jesus christ that's a holy verse