[Intro: Taïr Nash & Huite]
We tryna multi-task, sorry my nigga
If we gon do this, let's do this
Chill ma I'm just rollin' up, I ain't smoke enough
Rollin' up, I ain't smoke enough. I ain't home enough
Ayo. Ayo
[Hook: Taïr Nash]
Chill ma I'm just rolling up
I ain't smoke enough, I ain't home enough
This one for my niggas
Chill ma I'm just saving up
I ain't paid enough, I ain't slaved enough
This one for my niggas
Po' that lean for Pimp and Tune and ride the wave (yeah yuh)
I said po that lean for pimp and tune and just ride the wave (yeah yuh)
[Verse 1: Taïr Nash]
This ain't the son that mama raised
I ain't hardly changed
It's the party scene
It's the Charlee sheen
It's the Harley steam
Its the dollars man I should be ashamed
I should be at home I should leave the cage
I should read a book I should leave cage
But I been gone
Only good shit is real shit you know shit you could put that rent on
Other than that
I got pieces to pick up
Im done with the bullshit now me and my niggas
Gone way over do shit
Few of my niggas they stay cool and move shit
But me I'm jus living like Mike in a movie
I might get a movie
I might get a oscar
A Emmy a Tony
I might get a tooly
From Tony
And set yo shit up like a movie
Two rigatonis on top of the table
Mobster yakuzi get rolled
Like a sushi
If Labels gone come to the label
Or To me
I gotta thank god and I gotta thank Ron
Cause I gave this shit up and he brought it back to me
And I can't say thank you enough
And if I blow up Imma do it for us
I could do it I trust
And do it with two of them models from Europe
And get that shit poppin like two in the clutch
Oooo oooo
Was it too much
Oooo dude
Who is not tough
And The Who's who
Know what I does
That excludes you, you super not tough
Excuse you
Yo bitch wouldn't even choose you
Who knew?
The bravado would consume you
I remember when you knew you
I never thought I would lose you
I Never wanna become you
You jus let the world use you
Why you let the world use you?
Why I let the world use me?
I never thought I would lose you
[Hook: Taïr Nash]
Chill ma I'm just rolling up
I ain't smoke enough, I ain't home enough
This one for my niggas
Chill ma I'm just saving up
I ain't paid enough, I ain't slaved enough
This one for my niggas
[Chorus: Huite]
And I just hope you know
Niggas just gon be niggas, mama
Pussies ain't gon buy triggers, obvious
And I just hope you know
Niggas just gon be niggas, mama
What the fuck you think just fucking fo'
Girl I just hope you know
This ain't everything
Girl I just hope you know
This ain't everything
[Verse 2: Huite]
Figure, Figure, Figure, Figure, yeah
Figure how I get my digits, yeah
These bitches
Figure, Figure, Figure, Figure, yeah
How the fuck I get the dick in there
Got a new chick
Bagged her on the strip
And we just chilling, I ain’t fuck her yet
Only got her cause my old chick
Wanna act like she don’t know shit
She a fucking fein
All about a bean
She a pop it if it rhyme with Percocet
Got this money I ain’t stop getting yet
No matter why these haters vexed
No matter why these haters gwan
One track, one man gone
One call, no man gone
Tell me what dem man pon
Plus papi pop pussy like Pompeii
What a good day on the neck of the wood
Tell me what’s good
My niggas still hood
Burberry match with the skully
Niggas will hate but they mom prolly love me
Niggas will hate but they bitch prolly love me
Niggas will hate but one day they gon love me
Niggas can't get nothing from me
Niggas is bummy
Nigga is fucking the pauper
Me, I’m just singing with operas
Me, I’m just getting the money you niggas is thinking
You prolly and not a good papa
I do her proper
Something like Dolce from papa
Ion hate
Ion really operate
But I never care what a nigga say
Cause I always make a nigga stay in place
Like oww
[Chorus: Huite]
And I just hope you know
Niggas just gon be niggas, mama
Pussies ain't gon buy triggers, obvious
And I just hope you know
Niggas just gon be niggas, mama
What the fuck you think just fucking fo'
Girl I just hope you know
This ain't everything
Girl I just hope you know
This ain't everything
