Fried Rice (feat. JID)

Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired Tell me where the ginger, man, I'm gettin' there Money in my pocket barely fittin' there But I fell in love with how it's sittin' there Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul But I'm over it though, had to block me a number We're sorry This from the latest collection, my boy You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice I done died twice, I got nine lives, that means seven to spare Yeah, just to bust up a cell Yeah, tell 'em come and give me Fuckin' non-violence when the .9 flyin' Hear her lullaby make 'em sing like Adele Heavy on me like a pound, singin' off key, get 'em off me We on north streets for the money, niggas hit up Wall Street Had them boys ringin' the bell Ain't no Libra, But my scale ready if this rap shit ever fail get me hot My borough taught me how to run a block Confidence is quiet, I don't talk a lot I call my mama, and I call the shots I don't call these bitches, they just talk a lot Cop a couple toys, and we can make a play Now the driveway like a parking lot Beware the dogs what the sign say I did it my way, I did it my way Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired Tell me where the ginger, man, I'm gettin' there Money in my pocket barely fittin' there But I fell in love with how it's sittin' there Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul But I'm over it though, had to block me a number Block-block, uh, block, look You got a girl, but it not like mine She got a ass, but she not that fine Don't make a nigga laugh I need the cash in a bag in advance Before I grab any mic in the stand Don't make a nigga mad Spazz the fuck out, all bad, I'm all-Madden I'm on a go route now, but I do all patterns I'm with your ho right now, and she's a tall glass I'm a can full of whoop-yo-ass A little .40 in a booking bag I put a bullet in your looking ass Aw, baby, what is you doin'? Lookin', askin' for something you can work yo ass off for My nigga, grab it, go after it I'm p-p-passionate, d-d-damagin' my anatomy Don't get mad at me if I pass out while I'm ramblin' I'm an animal, an anomaly Mari-mari-marijuana, it's the god in me, gotta be A better way just to get away, takin' the back-street roads A couple days, maybe, give or take (Yeah) Baby (Uh), I'm gon' get home When I'm in the zone I'm in, I'm ignoring your phone call again The phone, off the dome talk, your phone block-block You're on, switch off The long lost lil' nigga gettin' it how he live, hol' up Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired Tell me where the ginger, man, I'm gettin' there Money in my pocket barely fittin' there But I fell in love with how it's sittin' there Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul But I'm over it though, had to block me a number This from the latest collection, my boy You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice Like it's fried rice Boy, you can copy the wave when I drop in the summer Fiends got the city up under the wing like it's fried rice Like it's fried rice