Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Poppa
Lil Poppa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Janarious Wheeler
Janarious Wheeler
Lyrics
Kyle M Green
Kyle M Green
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Earl "Sir Excellent Ejay" Washington
Earl "Sir Excellent Ejay" Washington
Recording Engineer
Tayo
Tayo
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Pac died at twenty-five, Biggie died at twenty-four
And it made me nervous, I just turned the same age a couple days ago
I'd be lying if I said I never saved a ho
But ho problems ain't no problem, so ****, let it go
My past kinda ugly, what tomorrow bring, you never know
I done been through hell and back, even left a note at the devil's door
I need red before I sell my soul, I'll never do another show
Never write another verse, so the next **** stole my flow
I ain't backing down from nothing, let's go toe to toe, blow for blow
Ask them ****, I bet they know
It was just Me and Chevy in that store
We been up for nine days straight, got four more to go
I been hustling five ways, if rap don't work no more
[Verse 2]
Grinding, I ain't shower, shit, or shave, dirty ass ****
I'm just stuck inside my ways, I ain't a sad ****
Better lock your heart in a cage like I did mine
If I ever said no for a pic, it was a bad time
Put your lil' bro name in a diss, that's when they start dyin'
Fuck 'em, I ain't got no opps, they all extinct
Crush the pill up so you can feel it instantly
My OG keep that white girl, he call her, "Emily"
She always seem to help him when he low on energy
You want to be a Vamp? Come on, I got the remedy
Need to slow down off these drugs, this shit killin' me
Yes, I forgive, but ain't forget about her leaving me
Just call me Martin Luther King 'cause I be selling dreams
Pray for my boy while he out here pushin' feta cheese
Open up them cell doors, let them bells ring
I do this shit for my lil' boy, he deserve everything
[Verse 3]
Chain hang to my dick, now bitch pick it up and sit
Go 'head and talk on the mic, now that's the kinda girl I like
Momma asked if I'm alright
She ain't see no bags but hella Sprites in it
Smiley said, "Don't worry bro I'm good, I ain't got a life sentence"
Strolling through my email, I see a bunch of flights in it
I need my confirmation number, I'll be gone by tonight
Crazy thing is, we all wrong, never right
Hope we don't got to deal with it in the afterlife
[Verse 4]
If it's a price you pay
Let me know right away
If I ain't on the stage, this rap shit means nothing
High speed on the interstate, doing a hundred or somethin'
Make sure you drop that bitch and get away when they coming for us
Only wanna fuck you anyway, that's what you coming here for
That pussy bussin', shoot the bitch a couple hundred or something
Something like a muffin, I wake up go get that bread in the morning
She think the only way to make sure I'm okay is to give me head, she's so horny
They make me cringe, these **** so corny
It was 3 a.m., I fell asleep in a foreign
It was me or them and, ****, I wasn't going
Just like Top, I got a Baba Akh, you try him, he blowing
This shit don't stop, ****, weather the storm
Written by: Janarious Wheeler, Kyle M Green
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out