Lyrics Intro (Uncle J) - Juju Wave

Adidas tracksuit
Laid back, sipping grey goose
That's a fake mood
You should know I never drink dude
That's what fame do

If you wanna shake, then we could shake
I could name two name two

Cookie Dough, Rocky Road
And that coffee bang too

Don't got time for fighting niggas
I rather enlighten niggas
And I'm never lighting niggas
I just get so high till it's me and god fighting nigga

Devil in my back pocket
You ain't tote a strop stop it
All that cap is catastrophic
I could rap by of the topping

I been sounding like prophet
I been looking like a profit
All my ladies tell me stop it
I be getting outta pocket

This is for my uncle
You know I love you
Remember cold days outside w a shovel
Nowadays I jus be inside of my bubble
Niggas sacrificing pride just to say they humble

That's not how I ride, that was never ever me
I ain't got no time I ain't even got a sheet
Thoughts up on my mind got me feeling like a freak
Ain't get this drip for free
I paid a lot so I could leak

Everybody got they own view it's not what it seems
I would never rock a gold tooth I just need a beam
And lyrical is not my go to but I'm still keen
I'm not tryna make the wrong move I don't wanna leave

But at this point I gotta make decisions
Only thing that you control gotta be your feelings
And I feel like it ain't going right, but fuck I'm still in it

Every day I'm sinning
Some days I'm chilling

Sundays and Mondays and
Fundays and dumb days
And some days be mundane
Got two names, not one name

Listen up, it's time for class
I could show you how a bag work and now you in ya bag
This shit easier than classwork, I remember hating math
Hunnid fifty on the dashboard, for ya hating ass

More life, I'm just want some more life
Some niggas get less life, some niggas get stressed life
I'm tryna flex right, balling like it's MetLife