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"[?] Antwon, but you're becoming a grown up, and you need to be [?] like a grown up." "I ain't no grown up. I'm a musician goddammit." They say the drugs ain't good like they used to be Love don't mean what it used to me No such thing as a lunch that's free? Well, fuck it, that's news to me, usually I try weave all three of an afternoon Couple years back it was hard to do But now I'm so good at it that it's masterful Get hooked up everywhere we passing through But I'm, I'm always on the clock, always got work (work) But the thing about my job is it got perks (plenty) Man, it's almost to the point that it's not work (it is) Ain't gotta worry about checking with the boss first (nah) I'm the big bird, got the top perch Every Sunday, but it's not church My girl got them pins, and I’m tryna bowl a strike like “stop work” It's bad now, and it's about to be a lot worse Ain't give a fuck back then Imagine how we feel now? Huh? (how it feel?) Look. they are only just catchin' Onto what we known for years now, listen You got my number in your phone then I fucks wit' ya Or on tour I try to buy drugs from ya Letras de cancionesEither way I got love for ya And when I'm in your town, well, I'll probably hit you up, see what's up wit' ya I don't mean to be the one to Tell you I'm the coldest Ayy, fuck it, fuck it Fuck it, it's nothin' City on my shoulders squat it Wonder how long (how long) I'ma hold it We say "Fuck it, fuck it Fuck it, it's nothin'" See, the ultimate hustler got multiple hustles (Ultimate, ultimate) Ha? Sip on Grenache, save a dash for the muscles Veal tortellini, don't sleep on the truffle Please admit it, y'all are in it for the wrong thing Try to pay the rent thing Penny for your thoughts? We don't wanna pay a cent thing Kinda wonder what your friends think [?] think y'all still ain't guess the memo We sip Bellinis in Sorrento Thirty-five millimetre mementos Neither one of us are keeping on what we spending though Miss bouquet to the miss buckets (hey) 2K cheat code, we don't miss buckets New shit drop, when they hear the shit tuck it I might go nine minutes on this shit Fuck it, fuck it Fuck it, fuck yeah Take Tupperware everywhere we go now 'Cause I love the scrap, so let it go down Say, don't the word 'king' get thrown 'round Way too easy now'days, hard to appease me now'days I need a reason now'days, weak shit or the seven One Dayers I don't mean to be the one to Tell you I'm the coldest Ayy, fuck it, fuck it Fuck it, it's nothin' City on my shoulders squat it Wonder how long (how long) I'ma hold it We say "Fuck it, fuck it Fuck it" Shoom Two beeps out the front then we rollin' Bet you know the company we keep [?] Man, I don't give a damn what the next man holdin' When you keep a hand might fold And I ride the beat like the damn thing stolen Stolen, shit Barely been a year since last time we told 'em [?] everybody rollin' Two beeps out the front then we rollin' Bet you know the company we keep [?] Man, I don't give a damn what the next man holdin' When you keep a hand might fold And I ride the beat like the damn thing stolen Stolen, shit Barely been a year since last time we told 'em [?] everybody rollin' Lord From Letras Mania