Текст песни Tithes - JUSTOMOBBIN

I'm an alcoholic I'm not bragging
I'm confessing
Rookie season balling
Like lamelo I'm impressive
And shout out to aysha
When you tryna do the wedding
And if you got a man
Shit fuck Em cus I'm better
My words will prolly haunt me
But fuck it ima let em
Momma raised a bully
And angel mixed together
So even when I'm cursing
I'm still receiving blessings
Im still out popping bottles
With my niggas in a section
These niggas be my sons
Guess my style is too infectious
If you can't quote it from my song
Then i prolly never said it
Pillow talking women
Just be tryna spread a message
And motha fuckas hating
Do the same
I just let em
She like you was different when i met you
I'm like how tell me
Then never mind ya right
Just a front to get the p
I'm talking bout the jeans
I'm not talking bout the weed
But if you want some smoke
We could blow you like a leaf
Way ahead the game
I'm just staring at the lead
Half time show me
Laughing at your team
The shit feel like a dream
Life used to be a nightmare
Almost took my life
But my life went elsewhere
If i die tonight
Then my price going uphill
Never sign my life
For a chain and slave deal
Don't compare to these
Otha motha sucks cus they will
The sight a dollas
Prolly make they
Eyes twitch and face peel
4 real
I'm the realest motha fucka
Compassionate Antagonist
I feel like uncle ruckus
Balling on these niggas
Like hooping up at ruckers
Got some niggas who around me
Can't even name what they be tucking
Just know if it's a problem
You can see that shit in person
These niggas make me angry
Cus they lame and they be worrsome
Begging for a feat
Pay the fee pay collection
I'm just tryna feed the team
Need the tithes need the blessings
Wassup nigga?