Текст песни 12:26am - 1800caleb

Always hate a young nigga try to give me advice
Always crying to his momma worry bout his own life
And I can't be to so social, I don't even like to fight
Just turned twenty-two man this can't be life
I'm too cautious with the wallet, I don't even like to step
Body bags everywhere, and you might be next
Got to be a con for the complex
And they thought he was a stranger
They put fifty through his chest
I want the house, the ego, the hoes
Ferrari, the lambo, the hoes
The chains, the mansions, the clothes
Cause stress only thing I can blow

Nigga I'm smoking out the P
Running round the seven-five-seven five in my jeans
Niggas broke as hell
Niggas trynna run it up with me
Hand a bitch five k, told her "get on her feet"
Glockie in my Louie v, Nigga ion do the fights
Shorty get to clapping like lil boat I gave her one night
First class flight on my way to dubai
Blowing smoke out the gas I got za in my eye
Niggas lame as fuck, I don't really like to spend the time
Broke as hell in the corner now you ask yourself why
Talk down on little homie ima have your ass fried
Just like them niggas in Italy, I got mob ties

Saw his ass walking and we caught him by surprise
Treat the pussy Soprano's never leave it alive
The uno only ocho for the cha cha slide
I had some issues in the past where our worlds collide
I can't focus on the hustle if I'm trynna stay alive
I can't dig my own grave cause I promise to survive
Need M's and the fans won't do twenty to life
Need Grammy's and a plan
With a shorty by my side

When it get hard, I put a thirty in my sprite
Niggas think they got motion but really got no life
I can flip a pack get it shipped over night
Kay flock a nigga run off in my Jordan one highs
Baby Smoove how I got pounds in your town
Greed Kills nigga don't be the one to get shot down
Got the same plug, but he treat you like a clown
Shit facts though nigga
Niggas getting taxed for the eights nigga
Grow up nigga

God Damn
Uh oh
I Got to keep a black hoodie
Summer time fine and she calling
Why? She would be
Stray from the mix
Can't get caught up in the shit
Cause a wise man said that karma is a bitch
I hope you don't mind if I talk a lil slick
All black shades on
And you know it stay crisp

Take a nigga bitch in an all Rick fit
High class bitch she don't really deal with the shit
Free a nigga mind put his body in the midst
VVS shining got foreign hoes on my dick
If she don't throw the top right class is dismissed
Scammed a hundred k niggas gave me death wish
I always got a job, no need to to enlist
Late night freestyle nigga twelve-twenty six
Nigga note that, nigga