Riesling & Rolling Papers

[Verse]

This is why they fuck with me: right after the head

I tell em I gotta leave cause

I'm trying to stay sucker-free

They say I'm a dogg, well that makes them

A fucking flea, and now I understand

Why their ass is so stuck on me

Luckily, I be feeling good in my bucket seats

Thug Motivation: my coupe cost a buck 03

Mind of a hockey player: you could suck a D

I'mma reach my goal and you ain't gon take this puck from me

Coco Loso in my Stanley Cup

You could say whatever, just don't bring the family up

Who could fuck with me? Everybody hand be up

But when we set the date, bet these niggas stand me up

I'm down to earth like gravity, but man we up

Women get around me, they cannot keep their panties up

Your boy drop jewels, you niggas should ante up

This is food for thought, you bitches fill the pantry up

As I get older, I be looking at what rap breeds:

A bunch of tatted up niggas who can wrap weed

And I ain't saying I"m exactly what rap needs

I'm just a swagged-out nigga in a Rapide

With a 3-year old, that I'm trying to be here for

Road to the riches, and my gift is my vehicle

And I ain't even talking about my Aston Martin

I bought it for my birthday

The lines I come up with they pass the margin

I write my best shit on my worst day

And that's the shit that gets you richer

Turn a negative into a positive: get the picture?

People say I changed; it's not me, it's the money

It's the middle of the winter but they got me where it's sunny

And I'm not just being funny, I know no other way

Let's just finish up this Riesling and roll another J