Stoop Kid - Choices lyrics

[Intro] Yea- alright, we good Just make sure you got everything before you close the trunk Yeah Yeah we good my n***a, we good [Hook: Rich Homie Quan Sample] So much money it don't make no sense no more, I'm saying I'm at the point where I can't get no more, I-I-I'm playing Around with a check so you can't fire me Aye f** a crew I'm tryna build a dynasty [Verse 1] R.I.P Unc, free body No brakes, coming out the hills I'm 730 Hit my weed plug and he got me I will never serve the feds the n***a that serve me I sat in church and couldn't testify I'll sit in court and do the same sh** I'd rather drop you if you dead weight Slow me down with that lame sh** That girl told me she didn't have a n***a But I seen you kiss the same b**h Well sh** for all I know she's somebody's side ho And somebody's main b**h Tried to tell him that he ain't sh** But he so deep it in it he finished That boy did some quick time and switched up his image That's none of my business That's none of my people don't make me no difference Just thought I'd bring some foo sh** to attention Now back to this chicken, yeah Ten ten ten twenty for the dancers Fifty fifty blue faces with the patna Mixing jolly ranchers at the bottom It gon' slow us down but how they gon' stop us? How they gon', yeah [Hook] [Verse 2] Yeah, I'm Joe Jackson to rats n***a it's your fault if Ben is your friend Swear to God I'm gon' black I got a mild temper with liquor off hen I'm zen with the chinky eye hotboxin skunk With my friend it's a stinky ride Keep the smoke in, it's gon' keep me high Right And if the b**h ride shotgun in the whip She be like She riding, she rolling She coming down from the ceiling, and roll some more She breath in, she hold it Coughing, she weezing Which means that it's potent Hit me with the text sayin' gas on deck Swear to god I'm a pull up with the mask on flex If you want when you see me boy that a** gon' jet Then I'm on it till that Honda run out of gas, wan' bet? Now that's beef it ain't got to that yet Keep thinking I'm playing we gon' get to that next I cut around the fat just to get to that neck And it's back to the hussle gotta get to that check Jugg jugg jugg finessing fake trappers Sleep good then I wake'n'bake after These hood n***as hate fake rappers Now that's a whole 'nother page In a whole 'nother chapter