[Intro]
Yo Base
I know you been gone for a little minute
Observing the game
But the streets wanna know what you been up to
What's been going on
'cause I already know the comeback is gonna be so sensational
[Chorus]
I just poured me a lean get in my zone
I just rolled me a doobie and blow cones
My bros locked in a cell, he never told
I knew this pain I feel, it never shows
I dig her down, then after I send her home
It's not a fool, I feel better when I'm alone now
Yeah, my niggas gеt busy, it's no joke
For the bands, we gеt busy, it's no joke
Mm
Yeah, got free the realness
Sipping for my problems, can you feel this?
'Cause everybody got dying children
[Verse 1]
Told these niggas from the jump, they ain't no stopping me
I'm recording while my brody roll it up for me
'Cause anything that I do, I do it properly
We was rolling with them packs, dodging authority
I've been swimming in the deep end
Posted up with the shooters and the dealers
Flashing lights, bust a U when you see them
Snub nose, keep it close when you're creeping
Loyalty's a must, I did it for the gang
My bro's on the books again, I gotta send him cash
I pull up in the coupe, got my paint in matte black
Shawty thought, she was over me I got her right back
Her ass so fat, she can't be my only girl
On your Instagram, tell me why you gotta show the world
I hit from the back, I spend time on it
Big dog, oh lord, she gon' ride on me
[Chorus]
I just poured me a lean get in my zone
I just rolled me a doobie and blow cones
My bros locked in a cell, he never told
I knew this pain I feel, it never shows
I dig her down, then after I send her home
It's not a fool, I feel better when I'm alone now
Yeah, my niggas get busy, it's no joke
For the bands, we get busy, it's no joke
Mm
Yeah, got free the realness
Sipping for my problems, can you feel this?
'Cause everybody got dying children
[Verse 2]
Pull up in the Benzo, cruising with the top down
Smoking on this endo
My youngin', he a shooter, he just scored another 10 goals
Nickname Lorenzo
Sipping on this Henny, I was touching on this redbone, Lord
She don't wanna let me go
I was riding solo, dress code suave
Had the Loubes with the red sole
I've been on the paper trail from the get-go
I just made more dough like a bread roll
Stack it up and then I make another fresh loaf
A nigga let it ring if I say so
Bait face on the mains, yo, Lord
[Chorus]
I just poured me a lean get in my zone
I just rolled me a doobie and blow cones
My bros locked in a cell, he never told
I knew this pain I feel, it never shows
I dig her down, then after I send her home
It's not a fool, I feel better when I'm alone now
Yeah, my niggas get busy, it's no joke
For the bands, we get busy, it's no joke
Mm
Yeah, got free the realness
Sipping for my problems, can you feel this?
'Cause everybody got dying children
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