[Chorus]
Gotta do better, that's it (yeah)
Need a new beverage, that's it (yeah)
Got a few bedrooms, that's it (that's it)
She's texting my phone, she's done
Baby, that's it
I always keep a gun, that's it (yeah)
They pull us over, that's it (that's it, that's it, huh)
My aunt won't put the needle down, that's it
She got my grandma heart sick (yeah)
She sleeping on the park bench (that's it, that's it)
Shit, I wanna help everyone, but I'm not Clark Kent
They used to give us vouchers just to stay up in apartments
[Verse 1]
Shit, I wish I could get my nana back
Certain things, I can't handle that
The 40 on me like a fеndi pack
It's a Glock nigga, no jamming that
I remember Mookiе house got ransacked
It's like cookin' eggs with the pans black
Gotta back it up and take some [?]
Got the L.A. plug in my [?]
First ten thousand felt like a million dollars
I reached a hundred, found out ten was nothing
Big tits she look like heather hunter
It can be four or fifty, I don't need a punter
Plays calling across town so I got me a runner
Shoot on my own I don't need a gunner
In the hood serving bums and junkies
Strapped up, I'ma jump no bunjee
Why you moving funny? Don't be a dummy
When I die it's gon' be me and money
Remember nights when I was hungry
Bussin' jugs just to put food in my tummy
Momma happy I ain't locked up
Every thursday she cooking the pasta
Your little hoe left me my rug soft
I won't go sit back in a cop car
[Chorus]
Gotta do better, that's it (yeah)
Need a new beverage, that's it (yeah)
Got a few bedrooms, that's it (that's it)
She's texting my phone, she's done
Baby, that's it
I always keep a gun, that's it (yeah)
They pull us over, that's it (that's it, that's it, huh)
My aunt won't put the needle down, that's it
She got my grandma heart sick (yeah)
She sleeping on the park bench (that's it, that's it)
Shit, I wanna help everyone, but I'm not Clark Kent
They used to give us vouchers just to stay up in apartments
[Verse 2]
My family mean the most to me
Lost a lotta people close to me
I'm probably in her ovaries, after that I'm flying overoseas
I left racks around my niggas because I trust them
End your life, I just press a button
Maliah caught a murder charge, it was self defense
But she sitting in jail for life, where's the justice?
I wish Phil could see me now ballin'
Pouring henny, no alcoholic
They hit Balmain 8 times on the ave
But he good now, no time for stallin'
Caught my first case at 15
I'll buy the work if the shit clean
Lawyer fees get paid in accordingly
Face to face, 'cause they might be recording me
[Chorus]
Gotta do better, that's it (yeah)
Need a new beverage, that's it (yeah)
Got a few bedrooms, that's it (that's it)
She's texting my phone, she's done
Baby, that's it
I always keep a gun, that's it (yeah)
They pull us over, that's it (that's it, that's it, huh)
My aunt won't put the needle down, that's it
She got my grandma heart sick (yeah)
She sleeping on the park bench (that's it, that's it)
Shit, I wanna help everyone, but I'm not Clark Kent
They used to give us vouchers just to stay up in apartments
Gotta do better, that's it (yeah)
Need a new beverage, that's it (yeah)
Got a few bedrooms, that's it (that's it)
She's texting my phone, she's done
Baby, that's it
I always keep a gun, that's it (yeah)
They pull us over, that's it (that's it, that's it, huh)
My aunt won't put the needle down, that's it
She got my grandma heart sick (yeah)
She sleeping on the park bench (that's it, that's it)
Shit, I wanna help everyone, but I'm not Clark Kent
They used to give us vouchers just to stay up in apartments
[Verse 1]
Shit, I wish I could get my nana back
Certain things, I can't handle that
The 40 on me like a fеndi pack
It's a Glock nigga, no jamming that
I remember Mookiе house got ransacked
It's like cookin' eggs with the pans black
Gotta back it up and take some [?]
Got the L.A. plug in my [?]
First ten thousand felt like a million dollars
I reached a hundred, found out ten was nothing
Big tits she look like heather hunter
It can be four or fifty, I don't need a punter
Plays calling across town so I got me a runner
Shoot on my own I don't need a gunner
In the hood serving bums and junkies
Strapped up, I'ma jump no bunjee
Why you moving funny? Don't be a dummy
When I die it's gon' be me and money
Remember nights when I was hungry
Bussin' jugs just to put food in my tummy
Momma happy I ain't locked up
Every thursday she cooking the pasta
Your little hoe left me my rug soft
I won't go sit back in a cop car
[Chorus]
Gotta do better, that's it (yeah)
Need a new beverage, that's it (yeah)
Got a few bedrooms, that's it (that's it)
She's texting my phone, she's done
Baby, that's it
I always keep a gun, that's it (yeah)
They pull us over, that's it (that's it, that's it, huh)
My aunt won't put the needle down, that's it
She got my grandma heart sick (yeah)
She sleeping on the park bench (that's it, that's it)
Shit, I wanna help everyone, but I'm not Clark Kent
They used to give us vouchers just to stay up in apartments
[Verse 2]
My family mean the most to me
Lost a lotta people close to me
I'm probably in her ovaries, after that I'm flying overoseas
I left racks around my niggas because I trust them
End your life, I just press a button
Maliah caught a murder charge, it was self defense
But she sitting in jail for life, where's the justice?
I wish Phil could see me now ballin'
Pouring henny, no alcoholic
They hit Balmain 8 times on the ave
But he good now, no time for stallin'
Caught my first case at 15
I'll buy the work if the shit clean
Lawyer fees get paid in accordingly
Face to face, 'cause they might be recording me
[Chorus]
Gotta do better, that's it (yeah)
Need a new beverage, that's it (yeah)
Got a few bedrooms, that's it (that's it)
She's texting my phone, she's done
Baby, that's it
I always keep a gun, that's it (yeah)
They pull us over, that's it (that's it, that's it, huh)
My aunt won't put the needle down, that's it
She got my grandma heart sick (yeah)
She sleeping on the park bench (that's it, that's it)
Shit, I wanna help everyone, but I'm not Clark Kent
They used to give us vouchers just to stay up in apartments
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