Way of Life

Ya know
Pops always told me
Not everybody gonna be on this ride
Gotta take this one alone
Fuck em
Locked in day and night I'm cooking in the studio "Uh-huh"
Bad bitches on my line say they wanna be my hoe
Bend her over "huh" staring at the camel toe
Ride her up and down man It's like I'm on a rodeo
Fuck her real good she said put it in my booty hole "Whoa"
Sucking on my pole goddamn sucking out my soul
Got em going crazy it's like I won a Super Bowl
I don't got no key man I'm breaking down the fucking door
Flipping everything going right back to the store "Lets go"
I'm outta there high speed petal to floor
Now I got him listening but I don't wanna say no more
Ante up double down boy ya better check the score
I here em always talking but they don't want no smoke "Nah"
Shoot em in the foot man have em walking pigeon toed "Ok"
They say pressure break pipes but I ain't never ever fold "Nope"
Hundred bands on the line I'm headed down dark road "Whoa"
Pops died in prison Ya know my heart turn cold
Drop it on me and ya know it's gonna sold
Bringing in them highs Man I'm bringing in them lows "Whoa"
All my bros is felons and all my bros is on parole
You be on the internet like goofy trying troll
Chillin wit a baddie she only speaking espanol
Why you keep on starring it's like I'm in a fishbowl
I don't give a fuck about nothing but this bankroll
Steak dinner red wine sipping on some Merlot "Oh yea"
GD's and Vice Lords Ya know I'm in Chicago "Fo Nem"
Smoking on some za and she playing wit her nose "Eww"
Whipping this lambo and dodging all these pot holes
Got her shirt off and she hangin out the window
I'm on my way Mexico where they call gringo
Patched in so ya know I'm getting all info
I got my wallet wit me but ya know it's all crypto
Man
Fuck this shit
Going back to selling dope