Fried Rice (feat. JID)

Decisions I be making when I get impaired

Jamo and the ginger beer I'm gettin there

Money in my pocket barely fit in there

But I fell in love with how it sit in there

Old bitches miss me a hole in her soul

But I'm over it tho, had to block me a number

This from the latest collection my boy

You can copy the wave when I drop it this summer

Fiends, got the city up under the wing

Like it's fried rice

I done died twice

I got 9 lives

That mean 7 to spare

Vision blurry

But the hindsight

Always 20/20

I see heaven and hell

Yeah, just to bust up a sale

Yeah, tell 'em come and get me

Fuck the non-violence when the 9 flyin hear the lullabyin make her sing like Adele

Heavy on me like a pelle

Singing off key, get 'em off me

We on all streets for the money **** hit up Wall Street

Have them boys ringing the bell

Aint no Libra but my scale ready if this rap shit ever fail get me hot

My borough taught me how to run the block

Confidence is quiet I don't talk alot

I call my mama and I call the shots

I don't call these bitches, they just talk a lot

Cop a couple toys so we could make a play

Now the driveway like a parkin' lot

Beware the dogs what the sign say, I did it my way, did it my way

Decisions I be making when I get impaired

Jamo and the ginger beer I'm gettin there

Money in my pocket barely fit in there

But I fell in love with how it sit in there

Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul

But I'm over it tho, had to block me a number

Block block

Uh block

You got the gas but it's not like mine

She gotta ass but she not that fine

Don't make a **** laugh

I need da cash and the bag in advance before I grab a mic and a stand

Don't make a ****, 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 wit' ya ho right now and she's a tall glass

I'ma can fulla whup yo ass

Lil 40 in da book and bag

I put a bullet in yo looking ass

Aw baby, what is you doing?

Looking asking for something you can work yo ass off

For my **** grab it, go after it

I'm passionate, damaging

My anatomy don't get mad at me

If I pass out while I'm rambling I'm an animal an anomaly

Mary Mary Marijuana

It's the God in me, gotta be

A better way just to get away

Taking them back street roads

A couple days maybe give or take baby I'm gone get home

When I'm in the zone I'm in, I'm ignoring y'all phone call again the phone off the dome talk

Ya phone blocked block ya on switch off the long lost lil **** getting how he live, how up

Decisions I be making when I get impaired

Jamo and the ginger beer I'm gettin there

Money in my pocket barely fit in there

But I fell in love with how it sit in there

Old bitches miss, me a hole in her soul

But I'm over it tho, had to block me a number

This from the latest collection my boy

You can copy the wave when I drop it this summer

Fiends, got the city up under the wing

Like it's fried rice (Like it's fried rice)

Like it's fried rice (Like it's fried rice)

Boy, you can copy the wave when I drop it this summer

Fiends, got the city up under the wing

Like it's fried rice (Like it's fried rice)

Like it's fried rice (Like it's fried rice)