Blue Notes

This is my blues

‘Cause I’m back down on my own again

This is the blues I’m playing

Yes, it's a fine ol' thing

When the night is cold and lonely

(This is a Dolla Bill beat)

Wasn't the money that made me a savage

Popping them Percs and I made it a habit

Toting them pistols and serving them addicts

That was exciting to me

Was so excited to be

Started with nothing we had to inspire to be

**** ain't flyer than me

I'm getting to it

Feel like the man, I got the plan

I got lil' shooters they hop out the van

Play with the squad get popped like a Xan

Popped like a Perc, I'm going HAM

I'm going crazy on ****, too wavy for ****

Do magic like a-la-kazaam

I'm in the kitchen compressin' a birdie

Take it out Atlanta and I sell it for thirty

Then straight to the jeweler, I'm bustin' a Rollie

The light up the city like Meech in '03

I got the plug, you send 'em OT

Don't know these ****, these **** know me

Even old **** they call me OG

Young ****, but I put it down

We was on it when they weren't 'round

Of a sudden **** wanna come around

(Stay over there my G) This is my blues

Do me one favor

Take a few steps back (‘Cause I’m back down on my own again)

And look at yourself

Matter of fact, take yourself outside your body

And then look at yourself

And see how you playing yourself, ****

(This is the blues I’m playing)

Congratulations, it's the motherfuckin' Chasers

(Yes it's a fine ol' thing) You feel me?

(When the night is cold and lonely) We on it

Gave you the plug

Tried to be real with some ****

And put ‘em on money and show ‘em some love

You did me a favor, I knew you was sheisty

I knew you would show who you was

It’s only a matter of time ‘fore **** get lying

And get hit with them slugs

Get found in a pool of your blood

Yeah, ****

‘Member they told me that we’ll fail

‘Member they said that we’ll see a cell

Down with that semi like Cam Newton

I’m in the field like the NFL

**** is sick and I wish ‘em well

I made a wish in a wishing well

I put a brick in a wishing well

Been through some shit and I’m sick of jail

No disease but I’m sick of cells

Sick and tired of sending **** mail

Calling **** just to get a bail

I just seen a **** get a L

Never coming home, minute on the phone

Sick and tired of seeing **** fail

Sick and tired of seeing **** lose

Sinning like we

Tryna get to Hell (This is my blues)

‘Cause I’m back down on my own again

This is the blues I’m playing

Yes, it's a fine ol' thing

When the night is cold and lonely

This is the midnight blues