[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah
Yeah
[Verse]
Where the fuck the waitress is? I need to-go boxes
How much I paid for this shit?
Yeah, the money good, don't mean go 'head and waste this shit, uh
Who the fuck raised y'all bitches?
Yeah, we talk, don't talk my face off, my patience is thin
You know what they say 'bout skinny East African niggas
When you shake our hands, y'all should count y'all fingers
We love killin' each other, we can't trust our siblings
He gettin' shot by niggas that grew up with us
He changed his name, Abdul in prison, but grew up Christian
And Mo, I thought I grew up different
But when I grew up, I learned we had a similar illness
But how it shows up? Just a little bit different
Some people like drugs, some people seek attention
I sought drugs, I got a purple addiction
That cup to me feel like my mother's affection
Nigga, I wake up in the morning, start my day with a cup
I'm out at late, It's a three hour difference, hit my mup
I'm out the way for the money
The green room like P. Stone, got J's in abundance
Pray for peace, I keep a piece, but I'm the pres', I press the buttons
The press, don't tell 'em nothin' 'cause—
What's your talent? Bein' nosy than a motherfucker
I'm out in Cali, straight cosy than a motherfucker
Last name Kassa, turn a coney 'bout some more
My Uncle Joni ain't see forty, but she lived for forty more
So many killers come before me, I'ma keep this shit goin'
Fifty page passport, my shit important
I wasted too much good game on her, that bitch borin'
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