I Been (Chopped Not Slopped)

[Intro: Larry June & 2 Chainz]

Uh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Shit, uh

Damn

Yeah

Alright

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz & Larry June]

Mindin' my business, drinkin' water, doin' crunches

Gettin' paid for discussions over Alchemist production

Use a Rolls Royce for seduction, wear a Rollie when I'm fuckin'

You need to put a condom on 'cause you may not be that lucky

They got deadbeat moms now (Deadbeat moms now)

Nobody knows where her nose goes when the sun down

Caught him walkin' to his car, gave his ass the rundown

Gettin' high on the jet, tryna calm down (Uh)

[Verse 2: Larry June]

I been— I hop out clean, rare like a Mona Lisa

Did the 'Rari two times, five hundred a piece (Yes)

I jump ropе in the mornin', then make a dub at lеast (Uh)

And this water that I'm sippin', from a private spring (Spring)

Come from them projects, but did a lot of things

Where them P-Lo's came through and swallowed your dreams (Dreams)

Niggas beefin' over hoes, man, that's out of pocket

I'm in the tropics, lightin' up somethin' with Cartier lighters

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

Smokin' and drivin' while I'm ridin' in a Lambo'

Tryna dodge all the scandals, like the potholes in Atlanta

Pour some codeine in the Fanta, drinkin' codeine in my Phantom

Got Hermès on my bandana, came with three hoes like I'm Santa, yes

Made her throw it back like Mitchell & Ness

Hustle plus passion equals success

Soon as I walk in, I kiss on the flesh

You ain't even gotta tell me, I know I'm blessed

[Verse 4: Larry June]

I put my team in position to win

Had to cut off all my hoes and just focus on yen

If I can make a few of 'em, then I can do it again

This pinky ring cost a dollar, I be cattin' for real (Dollar)

I got so much, I ain't gon' talk 'bout that

She just handle shit for me, but we don't talk like that

I put the bitch on payroll, then write it off on my tax

Then jump in my Maybach, then head back to the palace, what's happenin', uh

[Outro: Larry June]

I been— (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Ayy, uh

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Shit, shit)

Everybody wants to know where I've been (Ayy)

Good job, numbers

How much life experience of real pain and heartache is necessary to be a genuine blues man?

Or can you be a happy person and still call upon something that delivers the goods in blues?