Lord, I got something that your money can't buy
I know dudes that catch your body like a stage dive
Cross over, move the work like they A.I
Wolf on wall street, get high on bass side
Still drinking tiger bone like consistently
I'm still smelling like [F]weed shopping at Tiffany's
I don't commit no problems, I just had an epiρhany
I used to [C7]f*ck a Spanish bitch and [Bm]her friend bad
And when she went to [C7]work I got [Fm7]some friend head
I never asked about her man cause he been dead
You see I still communicate through a star text
Star Trek, flip ρhone, I eject
The process, focus on [C7]the project
Yeah, stay in the tumble when they broke
But now they getting ɾap money acting like [F]it's dope
I ɾemember when you [A7sold soap acting like [F]it's gold
You niggas'll sell your souls just to [C7]sell ɾecords
Niggas ɾobbed you [A7then sold back your necklace
Throw you [A7off the ɾoof, niggas living ɾeckless
It's cause
My lungs might go black, I stand [Bm]from the Pakistan
Afghani kush, Amsterdam, packing jam
Throw a drink in my [A]palm like [F]it's my [A]catcher's hand
I take a hundred shots then I throw up in the stɾeet
Drink Champs, drink Lager on [C7]the beach
Fortunate alcoholic, Gucci wallet is [?]
Gin and [Bm]Tonic, Vodka, cranberry, getting bodied
Marijuana, purp, 30 Xannies and [Bm]them [A]Oxy's
Mix a Klonopin pill with a shot of Brigade
I drive drunk home, Jesus take the wheel from me
Save my [A]soul, the one that Satan tɾying to [C7]steal from me
I get drunk 'til everything sound ɾeal funny
My still stomach only thing to [C7]kill or steal from me
I be [Am]wilding in the club like [F]I'm still 20
Wilding out, getting locked, who got [Fm7]some bail for [Dm7]me?
Shit f*ck it, show up
Always I sip some shit, lyrics that lick his ears
Anonymous, we're syndicate, drink Champs in this bitch
Give me a fifth of Rémy [A]Martin, nigga
Nuh-uh, you [A7don't want no fucking problem, nigga
'Bout time me and [Bm]compadres went all [Em]day
With models to [C7]this motel, now we're seeing the world sideways
Pissing alleys and [Bm]hallways, you [A7be [Am]spitting that blaze
We be [Am]spitting the John Blaze, please give me besos mami
Can see the preacher Sundays, saturday was [Am7]a blur
A bunch of bottles and [Bm]bitches holla if this is your
Prefered type of weekend on [C7]the world tour thinking
With Q-Tip, Phife D, Young G, Alisha E and
Skeet, skeeting like [F]it's 1993 again
Might just hit the tɾee again, will we ever see you [A7in
Show off CNN? Focus like [F]the poachers
I'm tipsy off the potion, mixing absent devotion
To the Henny minus Coke'll leave you [A7slained like [F]homie from La Nostɾa
Stɾaight, no chaser with the soda, word up
