T.K (USA) - Black Efron lyrics

[Intro] I've been telling y'all n***as for years that JD We usually run the whole thing back Yeah Calen [Verse] Woke up this morning, still slept on Living at my brother house, working at a restaurant I was supposed to blow up; the black Zach Efron But everything is negative, life is an electron Been a bad step-son, been a bad son too Been a bad friend, I had no one you should run to But if she trying to f** then believe it, she could come through But then she crying telling me that she love me and I'm unmoved I want to change for the better I remember those days in the winter When I ain't have a room or a renter So the front seat's where I'm eating dinner And I done had a couple bad habits because my parents had it But d**h ain't really that scary when you starting at it While every time is getting better I see paramedics I heard shawty just died and she diabetic You ain't the only one struggling But you the one that can make your own struggle end Everyday a new grind, homie, f** a plan You ain't got to set goals when you setting trends I got it all laid out for me And all your lies played out shawty I got p**y at the crib waiting on the couch for me Ass so fat I mighta rolled a whole ounce on it Rolled a whole ounce on it (Rolled, rolled a whole ounce on it) And I ain't got no hook for this one cuz I'm stunting a lot So don't be coming to my shows if you ain't come to my spot And if you ever did me wrong then I ain't never forgot And I ain't hating I just work for everything that I got My n***a trust me This life can get ugly Like Michael gets Muggsy The Bloods against Buffy I used to live roughly, but now I sip bubbly And b**hes want to f** me, my life just got lovely But I been in the cut like a fade Day and night, the boy been working like a slave Cuz I need 20 b**hes in my crib like Flav So I be on the clock when I just got paid And n***a I ain't b**h made You b**hing like the b**hes do And every time I look at you I swear I see a b**h in you Fake n***as always want to talk like the interview Boy I got the game tied up like a tennis shoe n***a I been doubted ‘bout it Back when I was down and outted I was proud about it Cuz I knew without a doubt It'd be major Never put the p**y over paper It only make the money, never let the money make you Five years a waiter, but I'll serve you n***as later I just burn another [?] with my n***as for the haters We been pushing out this label Like [?] for these labels We so motherf**ing major I'm the motherf**ing greatest, n***a Calen