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(Yeah, Alt Juice)
Sittin' in the office, shakin' haters
Off, it's like hittin' a movin' target
You want it, nigga, can't bargain
I'm irritated, mad 'cause all the
Opportunities lost 'cause I hesitated
Driftin', seen the vision gettin' lost, but I'm dedicated
I can't even talk my dreams with 'em, they never made it
I can't even pop no beans with 'em, they pressin' crazy
Came out bumps, bruises, scratches, a monster now
Came out bag full of shit that the doctor got
Used to need a ride to the way, I got options now
I can't believe the shit niggas say 'cause they lie a lot
Probably won't see my partner's face, but he buy a lot
I been tryna dodge what mama say, I been high a lot
These socials got these bitches watered down, I'm in eighty-eight
The bag I got from Chase is custom made for the baby Drac'
They got the most to say, but never say when we face to face
The fuck I get this name? The watch I got got a baby face
Me, I push spaceships, geeked up on Mars shit
Jumped out, ain't park it, I got real dark shit
Boy, you know you scorchin' when they searchin' through your garbage
Tryna stick the charges on me, but I lost it
Man, I hate to say it, but the PUA amazed me
Burn, I thought my chain was missin', fired all the babysitters
Add up all my daily spendings, deals I could've gave these niggas
I got drillers call me every day like, "Face, what grave you diggin'?"
Niggas movin' goofy, I ain't stampin' that
Bitches move like groupies, I ain't stampin' that
All they doin' is watchin' where the action at
Phone for trackin' numbers, where the package at?
Told me I'm different
Actually told me a lot of shit, but I don't wanna listen
Can't support a turn up lil' nigga who don't wanna get it
Should be runnin' for mayor, not who did more for the city
I blew more on sadity, that you got is your stash spot
He was green and they licked it, it left me in a bad spot
Once it grow, gotta trim it, can't be leavin' the grass high
On the lot, see the sticky, credit low, so I cashed out, yeah
You gotta keep your ass to the street
You know I fell off and still landed on my feet
You know it came to me what you was tellin' to that freak
You know I ain't need an audience to tell me I was me
I'm startin' to get these questions and suggestions 'cause I'm eatin'
That chauffeur fifteen hundred, had to drive to Battle Creek
I roll with my lil' ho, you was my partner, that was P
They told me the more money that you get, you lose your peace
Dark clouds in the city, that shit'll brighten your day
Water on me is special, should call me Bobby Boucher
Five G's for the flannel, I got it wrapped around my waist
Actavis baby, really, you couldn't say how it taste
Fuck 'em all and the niggas that you came with
Watch your mouth, put a target on your main bitch
Laced 'em up, now I'm ballin', Calvin Cambridge
Once they cross, they'll try to burn the same bridge
Niggas movin' goofy, I ain't stampin' that
Bitches move like groupies, I ain't stampin' that
All they doin' is watchin' where the action at
Phone for trackin' numbers, where the package at?
One of one, one of none
Wavy Gang forever
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