Table (feat. ScHoolboy Q)

Sheesh, just a week ago everything was sweet

I'm losing close friends, money ain't shit, I'm sick of greed

I lit the weed and then I crack the bottle, will I see tomorrow?

I left it all for my daughter and my baby mama

Sketchy drug deals got me here today

Pocket full of seeds, chopping trees down in Uruguay

We go to jail, I'll piss a year away

They don't see the value in life, shit, I'm here to stay

I fucked around and bought the gun show

Indoor for the head, sell all the sun grown

Remember where you come from

'Cause acting brand new, that ain't something you can run from

Shit's changed, and yeah, I'm still crazy

Fuck the world, that's how I feel lately, yeah

Put a couple joints in the air

I'm riding slow through the city in a brand new McLaren

A lotta money on the table

Will I make it or not?

A whole lotta money on the table

They say I'm worth more dead than when I'm alive

A lotta money on the table

Will I make it or not?

A whole lotta money on the table

They say I'm worth more dead than when I'm alive

Yeah, Berner, talk that shit, ****

They say real **** never die

Word to my weed, I'm forever high

Money on the table, some set aside

Been stopped banging, put my set aside

Probably out touring

Money on that dining room table, that's Ralph Lauren, yeah

Smoke on the kitchen table, more on the counter top

I'm not around a lot, I'm touching pounds a lot

Probably in the foreign

Me without weed is the Fugees without Lauryn

The movies without a star or speaker without a forum

**** don't feel me, fuck it, I just ignore 'em

****

A fool savoring the digi scale

Two lawyers on deck if you been to jail

Money machine and the automatic

Money on that table in that mansion, and we all can have it

A lotta money on the table

Will I make it or not?

A whole lotta money on the table

They say I'm worth more dead than when I'm alive

A lotta money on the table

Will I make it or not?

A whole lotta money on the table

They say I'm worth more dead than when I'm alive

Was there when you pop but gone when you not

Your homies ain't solid, keep explaining to cops

The weed man won't pick up the phone now

And every now and then you duck where you hang out

Three homies from your childhood memories timed out

You get addicted to sliding and slapping the fiver

The streets was our fathers

I needed the Bentley low milage

Couldn't get it in college, we learned

The struggle made me appreciate every dollar I earned

I love to see my mother's face when I tell her to splurge, I did that

Chauffeur my daughter in my Maybach

It take me back to when we new jack and different color food stamps

But now I hurt the Berner with style

And now I Peruvian couch, ****

A Mediterranean house

And now the millions come unannounced, you feel me?

Yeah

A lotta money on the table

Will I make it or not?

A whole lotta money on the table

They say I'm worth more dead than when I'm alive

A lotta money on the table

Will I make it or not?

A whole lotta money on the table

They say I'm worth more dead than when I'm alive