Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Aye, tell 'em I'ma need a minute
(Damn) My head's fucked up
I be thinking jail whenever I hear 'em say they need a sentence
I be in the booth zoned out
They say they just need a couple lines
And all the years on the road got me thinking blow
Even though they just wanted some bars like jail time
See, there I go
Somebody take this drink from me
I love my bitches all
Please God don't let 'em take none of the pink from me
And since you need a filler for the dead space
Sorry, I had to get my head straight
[Verse 2]
One of the homies back home caught a fed case
And how I'm supposed to feel?
When I'm in Hollywood tryna get a couple mill
And I just got a call that my dawg got killed
And maybe it wouldn't have happened if
I wouldn't have been out here but
Even still, even back when Dub had a job cutting steel
Even back when we was on the block up the hill
Walk 131st, it was blood getting spilled
I ain't reinvent the wheel motherfucker
This is how it is where I live motherfucker
Semis and blues nose pit motherfucker
Just in case they run up in the crib motherfuckers
Got kids, muhfucker (Aye)
Fuck you think you knew about me?
Got a question, I don't even want to talk to you
Ask them, they the ones that grew up 'round me
Kept it one hundred percent, same group to the ink (Kels)
[Verse 3]
Aye, I'ma need about a hour
And a first class ticket, wait, make that a jet
And a champagne shower
Oh, I ain't rich yet, fuck it
I can make a dollar in a dream
Work
I was on the cover of the double XL
I ain't talking 'bout the big T-Shirt
Lace up
I finna run circles 'round squares in these Nike Airs
Finna go hard with my dogs that was right there
Finna treat songs like a motherfucking pound
And flip an empty house to a motherfucking crowd
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
Yes sir, everybody better pay respect this year
I be in the land with a steel texture
Object in the waist just in case they test first
Bitch, I'm from the East side
East side, watch first 48
I owe nobody, just know I rep, rep OH, get it?
Fuck it if you don't, I'm just ventin' like I used to do
With all these rappers I will never mention
How stupid are you to think that I would give you my attention?
When you're nothing but a peasant
And I am a fucking legend, can you feel that?
Written by: Colson Baker, Randall Todd Baker, Tommy Brown