Текст песни Tha Q - CraZ BraZ

Fifteen, me and dad had beef
Off some blunts, put my ass on the street
Thank god homies see that I eat
Thank god momma get me back on my feet
Thank god, fear of him on my feet
If I was scared of shit, where would I be?
Follow this road, don't care where it lead
From the Q, take a left, just don't sleep

I been rolling around
Stuff some green in it, I'm Oscar the Grouch
Going full throttle but I stay on the couch
I stay doubling, stuff the ounce in her pouch
She going all out
She in love but as always I got my doubts
Giving sloppy toppy as I'm going my routes
She better not be fucking with me for the clout
She better not be fucking with me for the clout
I'm a gentleman, put some bands in her mouth
Got my cheese, I be in and then out
Rats on me, chew them up, spit them out
Rats on me, chew them up, spit them out
You motherfuckers leave a bad taste in my mouth
I'm a big fish, you bitches are trout
In the sky, I'm coughing up a cloud

(Coughing up a cloud)

Rap game like a bitch
Come from behind
Know I leave an imprint
When I leave a bitch crying

Wheels are spinning, nobodies home
Remember days tell me to quit, leave it at the tone
I won't pick up the phone
Why they only calling when I start getting rich
Why you pussy boys start acting like a bitch
Need some help, no I'm not no Hitch
Think you pussy boys is actually snitch
Michael Jordan, switching right at the pitch
I'm a peach with a bottomless pit
Popping thirties and you know I just won't quit
Popping off quick, no I don't need a clique
You ghostwriting bitch, I'm writing for ghosts
I confess then I fix it in post
Smoke in the booth, blazing up Western Coast
Cheesing like Chester, no I'm not one to gloat
It's a hot summer, but I'm wearing a coat