Myth - Lines lyrics

[Hook] Short nights and long days Most of the time in the hallways Scheming how to get paid, how to get laid, how to get fa Ded, but now we older, older The dreams are closer, closer Can almost feel the leather in the f**ing rover Hold up Now let me show yo a** what we about I done been about it since it wasn't sh** to be about Get up on yo job, b**h as n***as gettin weeded out b**h im with that MAAB, we ain't stoppin till our dreams is out [Verse 1: J.R. Carrera] J.R Carrera I'm a teen titan, no terra Mooty beats this our era, b**h im hot like the sahara Smokin' jack herer(a) Usually I'm a drinker Never been a student But I been a thinker, ho Ridin down 5-9 with a fine dime so you know I'm bout to turn on my blinkers, ho Peep this flow, blowin reefer smoke all in my vehicle Like I don't even know, I don't know Man duh-duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh [Hook] Short nights and long days Most of the time in the hallways Scheming how to get paid, how to get laid, how to get fa Ded, but now we older, older The dreams are closer, closer Can almost feel the leather in the brand new rover Hold up Now let me show yo a** what we about I done been about it since it wasn't sh** to be about Get up on yo job, b**h as n***as gettin weeded out b**h im with that MAAB, we ain't stoppin till our dreams is out [Verse 2: Dnaps The King] Dnaps, I'm that n***a Ain't no n***a quite like me f**in' with my team is unlikely Like tryna turn a hoe to a wifey f** swag, white tee and some nikes Let me tell you what the story of my life be Just a young n***a but I dream nightly Thinkin' bout all the success that we might see Or we will see Do you feel me? Ain't too many n***as knowin' the real me On the real g, I'm f**in' filthy Got bars like a n***a plead guilty, uh M double-A B till they slay me Till the grave b, everything is all gravy Got a bad chick that's my baby Otherwise I give a f** about these ladies Or a f** about anyone Other than my n***as or my god damned self Now my liquor top shelf and my sh** does not smell Cause im hot as all god damn hell, wait Other mothaf**as tryna ball? Nay Cut a n***a off thats a bald? Fade Back in the days in the hall, ways Lil n***a couldn't even get a prom, date Now im addicted to paper stackin' and mackin' hoes When it comes to raps and flows, got that in the bag like gro Ceries so surely i think you should get the jury and tell 'em they should convict him For k**in and spittin fury (Naps)