I like weed, I like head
I like breakfast in bed
I like getting a check
You know I like to flex
Like uh-uh, yeah, like uh-huh
I like making ’em mad
I like smoking the best
Like to roll with the stick
With all my chains on my neck
Like uh-uh, yeah, like uh-huh

 

Tell me, where the fuck was I?
Yeah, I was fucked up, stuck outside in the cold
Had to learn to survive on the roads
Young wigga, done wile it and roll
Just a little late, stereotypical
Fuck from the get go
Took a long time but I’m ready now
Ya either get down or you get low
Hey nigga, have some respect [?]
Is it an oppress or attack on [?]
Making a match just to send a message
Just to get some respect from the older bredren’s
Picture me in my ends [?]
When I mix up my mans tying up some loose ends
Again and again ’cause my mans is complex

Even a few mans in a band is complex

 

Ride for me then I’mma ride for ya
Ain’t hard to find me, it’s only one phone call
And if you call and I don’t answer then it ain’t my phone
This is [?] so I probably got my iPhone off

 

Switching flows, yeah, you know me
Yeah, in and out, yeah, in your house
Yeah, criminal, ah yeah, lemme know
I’ma whip it out, I’ma let it off, yeah
Switching flows, yeah, you know me
Yeah, in and out, yeah, in your house
Yeah, criminal, ah yeah, lemme know
I’ma whip it out, I’ma let it off, yeah