[Intro]
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh
[Verse 1]
Yuh, every night, my dreams seem realer than before
Appealin' to the realest niggas' really what I'm for
Achille's heel is on, I'm killin' feelin's in the floors
Through the roof they test the ceilin', screamin', "Keep us off the floor" (Uh)
Keep us out your mouth (Uh), keep us on the boards
So everytime you speedin' in the freeway then you pause
Take a couple seconds to realize and record
Freedom is just a choice (Yeah, yeah), freedom is just a choice
And uh, yuh, we leanin' with Martinelli's
I feel like Emily, got these demons inside my belly (Yuh)
I feel my melody, it's nothin' that you could conjure
Is it the marijuana or is it 'cause I'm an author? And
Slayer, the game playa, take fame or the fame takes ya
So if you know the motto, then bottle up all your haters
And follow up on your paper, follow us to the nature
The jungle is all around you, but lions no longer chase ya
[Interlude]
It's a drag wit' no tuck
Mmh-mmh-mmh
Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh-mmh
Mmh-mmh-mmh-mmh, mmh-mmh
Lala-da-da-dada, ah-lala-da-da-dada
Lala-da-da-dada, ah-lala-da-da-dada
La-la-la-ah, Lala-da-da-da-da
Ah-lala-da-da-dada, ah-lala-da-da-dada (Yuh)
[Verse 2]
Life's a drag with no tuck
We grind wit' no chucks, we're gold wit' no luck
We see 'em gettin' high and don't give no fucks
'Cause all my hoes gold, and digits and toes done, aye
Sick of yo' old stuff and niggas is cold cut
They always goin' ham in the venue and roll blunts like
Show 'em they fall off and niggas keep throwin' fuss like
'Cause you tough in the time that it all took, uh
That I realize that inside they all shook
Some say I am spineless, I don't own books
And I am just an author, author to the crooks
I'm farther than I should be, obviously true
All the pussy that I been on should make me ill
Coughin' out the bills and parkin' in the Hills
My mindset's kinda awkward, pro'ly 'cause of pills, um
Can't spell delivery without 'devil'
Sometimes you gotta hit rock bottom to reach my level
Sometimes you gotta get past all of them and test 'em
I wish I could see through all thems preceptions
Winter is a bitch and it's meltin' off my septum
See, me and my niggas don't regret nun', nah-ah
This ain't fo' yo' kids, so, mama, viewer discretion
Ha, I warned ya (Is it warm? Is it cold)
[Outro]
I warned ya, I warned ya
I warned y'all niggas, um
Lala-da-da-dada
Ah-lala-da-da-dada, lala-da-da-da
Lala-da-dada-da
Mmm-mhm
La-la-dada-da, ah-la-la-dada-da
Ah-la-la-dada-da
Mmm, no, no-oh
Eh-um, eh-um
Eh-um, eh-um
Ayy-yeah-um, ayy-yeah-um
Ayy-yeah-um, ayy, yeah-um
Um-um, um-um
Um-um, um-um, alright
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