[Intro]
Yeah
Karma
(High-High-High Honors)
[Verse 1]
It was 88, happy my mommy ain't smoke no crack (Mommy)
Fiends was in and out the lobby late night, my pop was strapped (Strapped)
I was raised around smokers with jobs that put on slacks (Slacks)
Stacey Adams in the Target, off work and cop a pack
Soda can and the spokes of my tires sound like a Harley
Coke and dope, not the goat, black sheep, think of Chris Farley (Uh)
In the Bronx, where the bitch talk like Cardi, these niggas Saudi (Saudi)
Like Arabia, cookin' for your family, I'm a caterer (Everybody)
Black on black, truck full of hitters, park the Mercedes up (Skrrt)
I'm one of one, meanin' it's number four and there's none to come (None)
Chriseans go crazy for a blue face, a hundred ones, a honey bun
That's a hundred K, like could you come with one?
It's gettin' colder, niggas lookin' older, when the summer done
Beard a lil' grayer, think you still a lil' player
Time to give his life up to the Lord, say a lil' prayer
'Cause the block ain't workin' out (At all), and the cops keep lurkin' out (Lurk)
Find out what this earth about whenever you're worthin' doubt
I ended up on the wave in the ocean and surfed it out (Surfed it out)
Ain't no drug worse than clout, they overdosing on likes
Postin' pictures by LaGuardia, never been on no flight
[Bridge]
This the life, got rid of my old bitch, now I get new head
Got rid of my old bitch, now I get new head (Ha)
The liquor store not open, let's hit the Bootleg
The liquor store not open, let's hit the Bootleg (What we drinkin'? It's Cortez)
If it's drama, it's drama, don't matter who bled
If it's drama, it's drama, don't matter who bled (It don't matter)
The police follow and try to collar, don't do feds (Whoop, whoop)
The police follow and try to collar, don't do feds (We out)
[Verse 2]
Blue cheese in a Nike box, took the Airs out (Blew it)
Fucked it 'til her hair's out, only money we care about
I just blew a dime up in Louis, and I ain't wear it out (LV)
Pussy, know I wear it out, playin' niggas gon' hear about it
Blue cheese in a Nike box, took the Airs out
Fucked it 'til her hair's out, only money we care about (Ah)
I just blew a dime up in Louis, and I ain't wear it out (I blew a dime)
Pussy, know I wear it out, player niggas gon' hear about it (Gang)
[Outro]
Pussy, know I wear it out, player niggas gon' hear about it
Blue cheese in a Nike box, took the Airs out
Pussy, know I wear it out, player niggas gon' hear about it
(From The Dirt, no really, From The Dirt)
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