Lyrics

Mama, Zachary makin' beats again Pipe that shit up, TnT' D. Major, baby Yeah, youngin', rah Too much on my brain, man, that pain run deep I'm on that drank but can't get no sleep For seven days, I've been at it all week Chasin' that chain, but my past chasin' me Don't book me at no show, can't bring my Glock in this bitch (grrah) DJ, stop the beat, who let an opp in this bitch? Say, who hit the heat? It's gettin' hot in this bitch I said, who hit the heat? It's gettin' hot in this bitch Glock 21, 30 shots in my shit I'm on the highway with Maijay, he gon' bop on some shit Nigga play, he gets knocked out of his socks in this bitch, yeah His name Maijay, they call him MJ, he tryna dunk on a fella He keeps .23 with him, he screamin', "23 forever" I told my lady to be patient, I'ma get my shit together On the road doin' shows, we on a whole other level And we tour bus slidin' (grrah), pedal to the metal Starin' out the window like I gotta do better Thinkin' 'bout my kinfolks, wishin' I can help 'em But I'm only one man, already too much on my schedule Too much on my schedule, I do what I can do It be too much on my brain, wish I can live inside the booth I'm in Atlanta with my troops, let's go in and wreck the booth Tone just poured another deuce, I'm movin' slowly off the juice Hope I don't OD off the juice, but it is what it is (what up?) Thinkin' 'bout my mama and kids, ain't life a bitch? (Ain't life a bitch?) I was just bottom-boy survivin', fucked 'round and got rich Now I got a reason to live I'm livin' large, three-car garage with a house on the hill (house on the hill) I talk to Shod, he tells me, "Rod, I'ma lay of the pills" When you come home it gon' be on, I'ma get you a deal I promise dawg, it's only up from here Too much on my brain, mane, that pain run deep (grrah) I'm on that drank, but can't get no sleep For seven days, I've been at it all week (all week) Chasin' that chain, but my past chasin' me (yeah) Don't book me at no show, can't bring my Glock in this bitch (yeah) DJ, stop the beat, who let an opp in this bitch? (Yeah) Say, who hit the heat? It's gettin' hot in this bitch (it's gettin' hot in this bitch, yeah) I said, who hit the heat? It's gettin' hot in this bitch (it's gettin' hot in this bitch, yeah) Glock .21, 30 shots in my shit (it's 30 shots in my shit, yeah) (It's 30 shots in my shit, yeah, grrah) Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah, dawg (ayy), uh (come on, baby) Yeah, dawg (I'm chasin' money) Yeah, dawg (city-to-city, state-to-state, you know what I'm sayin'?) Don't get this shit twisted, dude, you feel me?
Writer(s): Rodarius M Green, Alshakur Zachary Planter, Thomas Horton, Paul Holland, David Barthellmy, Antonio Ari Ramos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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