Lyrics: Justice Clarence Martin
Music: Jonathan Dolese/Justice Clarence Martin/Travis Chase Thomas/Robert Carl Barrio/Nicholas James Trahan/Mathew Travis Cortopasi
Bad thing,
A lil Porsche body that money talk my language
Kush cake what I'm rolling up,
Louis Sandalwood my fragrance
Couldn't care what they typing up
Cause I feel it dog
It's from a hurt place
Handshakes when its face to face
Just feeling played that you can't relate
Bag big straight burkin now
Prolly plot on me behind closed doors
Things change but you switching colors
Seem to like it better on the other side
Hard to think that you used to be my ride or die
Girl who am I?
People know that we different
Really can't mix us up with them other guys
Independent got the label calling
Tryna figure out we on
Gang gang in this bitch for real really did it all on our own
2k for this fit, really be poppin shit on my own
Really leave everything in these songs
Hop in that big body
Spazz out
Got to the money before the clout
I know that you wish I would call back
But i get in my habits and backtrack
Back stuck to this wall
like a thumbtack
Know I aint shit
I just put it on
Back-to-back rolling like **** a bong
Used to ride round the field til we got it gone
I was chasing that bag couldn't wait up on it
Is there more to life than living fast?
Someday I hope I change
Even though your tables turning
Don't mean you can dodge the rain
Hope my girl can sense that pressure when it starts to come my way
This life we living usually rigged, dodging cases pending
We tear each other down
Just scared to see each other grow
Mediocre expectations prolly got you feeling low fasho
She say I'm the man, finger on the trigger
I'm the freshest in the building
Just a southside nigga, ah!
I'm so sick of wondering why
(I wanna feel the truth)
Just want to know what's on your mind
(I start to float away)
Do it for the city, cause you know the city love the mob
Hourhouse ain't no one catching up
Specialize in making money dance
Kinda straight on feeling any romance
Feeling like I lost what I'm looking for
Then bounce back when it's sum' new
Tell me lies
Do it for the love
make it sound good
Do me like them women from my town would
Grippin wheels in them scat packs
Smokin good gas call it Anthrax
Baby thick as ****
Just hit it from the back
See you posting all of them stories
City dead ain't nun for me
Sing to her like shordie
Get on top I might record it
Get on top I might record it
Say what you want
But you know you can't **** with us
Got them hoes tryna hop on the bus
Swervin that hawk off designer bud
Brodie don't smoke
But he got his cup doubled up
Bust up my wrist prolly make em sick
Modified engine it got a lil kick
Still the same nigga that's jumping the fence
Turnt my shit up no more trapping for rent
Risks that we take gotta own what it brings
Only brushing shoulders with the plugs
Humble but get love from all the thugs
Grateful for it, got it out the mud
Know this life different
You swear that I'm gifted
Know it ain't hard
But it's painful I lived it
Kind of a star but I hung in the kitchen
Used to have demons I hid with prescriptions
Been through a lot
Let it go on the mic
Did all I could man I'm tryna get out
Weight on my back
With a foot in and out
We ain't worried bout them
Busy running it up
Man you know they can't **** with the mob
Pipe that shit up homie stay in your lane
My fame on my mind,
My girl on my nerves
I was pushing myself to get some shit that I deserve
That was back in the days
G37 days
I was a cold dude I'm getting back to my ways
I'm so sick of wondering why
(I wanna feel the truth)
Just want to know what's on your mind
(I start to float away)
Do it for the city, cause you know the city love the mob
Hourhouse ain't no one catching up