[Chorus: Rocket Da Goon]
Me and my niggas tryna run up a check
We in a trip just tryna board us a jet
You will never understand my pain and struggle
This money, oh, all I know is I gotta hustle
I pour up my pain in this dirty Fanta
I ain't in the team
Ain't doin' it front no cameras
I'm makin' plays on the backstreet in pajamas
I'm paranoia ain't gonna run around with the hammer
[Verse 1: Warhol]
(Same shit, nigga)
This 4k, miss
My aim ain't perfect
Ain't no jammin'
Some niggas robbin'
But no touchin'
We go scammin'
Rob cooked you and me on his flight home
Ain't no scammin'
I take all on me [?]
'Til they landin'
My forces fly like presidential
Where you goin'?
Louisiana, Mardi Gras
Where they're be porn
So icy
Shorty stepping in we gotta snore
My bitch so bad
My niggas love it
She be grown
She fuck with niggas
I'm so thorough
I'm the chosen
I flip the script
Change up the wrist
My love for ocean
[Chorus: Rocket Da Goon]
Me and my niggas tryna run up a check
We in a trip just tryna board us a jet
You will never understand my pain and struggle
This money, oh, all I know is I gotta hustle
I pour up my pain in this dirty Fanta
I ain't in the team
Ain't doin' it front no cameras
I'm makin' plays on the backstreet in pajamas
I'm paranoia ain't gonna run around with the hammer
[Verse 2: Rocket Da Goon]
I'm on the backstreet
Ridin' round with the crew
I'm paranoia
I hope them follow me home
Pullin' in the driveway
One in the dome
I swear this life I live
It's a motion picture
Every day I crack the seal
I'm fuckin' up my liver
Free all my niggas locked down in the system
I can't front fool stamps in welfare
I mean it's so hard
I think I need a wheelchair
Huh, percocets and politics
Kickin' shit with a model, bitch
Half ass champ paid a lot for this
Ten bans in my jogger, fit
You a suck I'ma hit that lick
She gave me money and you paid that bitch
Serve your favorite rapper a brick
Serve your favorite rap with a stick
[Skit: Rocket Da Goon + Female Voice [?]]
What's up I'm in the booth what's the deal?
You in the booth?
Yeah, what's up?
What are you up to?
Fairmont, Santa Monica, you pullin' up?
The studio?
Yeah
What up?
I'm with the homies [?]
Because, I want the homies too!
[Chorus: Rocket Da Goon]
Me and my niggas tryna run up a check
We in a trip just tryna board us a jet
You will never understand my pain and struggle
This money, oh, all I know is I gotta hustle
I pour up my pain in this dirty Fanta
I ain't in the team
Ain't doin' it front no cameras
I'm makin' plays on the backstreet in pajamas
I'm paranoia ain't gonna run around with the hammer
