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Uh, Lebron number 9
I guess whenever she ain't on this dick I'm on her mind
It's quite clichรฉ to just say that I'm on my grind
And phone conversation ain't substitution for time
In another city, reminisce on days when I ain't have a fucking penny
These groupie bitches in this game wasn't fucking with me
Couldn't get a dollar for a rap show
Got a gun, ski mask and a half an ounce of crack though
Slamming, in the pizza shop with Josh
Last dollar on this slice, this contraband in my sock
Wish you knew the feeling
We both so different but our situation so appealing
Now I can't make it without you, girl, you my new religion
And every hustler need a main thing
Baby, once I get it I'ma make your last name change
Uh, said every hustler need a main thing
Baby, once I get it I'ma make your last name change
Yeah, the gats is still shotting, block is still popping
Paper still dropping, no it ain't stopping
Girl, I'm coming home
As soon as I get this paper
Yeah, the block's still cracking and girl, know I'm packing
And if it pop off, girl, know I'm racking
But I'm coming home
As soon as I get this paper
Ayo, summertime, 105, getting mine
Smoke line, they want the kush, the Cali kind
I smoke with her, I joke with her, get ghost with her
The go getter, help me come up from a broke nigga
The home team, and she ain't stressing
My pockets, she got her own cream
Sometimes I slip at the mouth, I might say the wrong thing
And once we fight it's back to fucking
My Polos and my Timbos out the window but it's nothing, what?
Uh, said once we fight it's back to fucking
I'll bend that ass right over on the sofa like it's nothing
So bust it open for a player, nose through your fucking toes
I'm coming home, don't be tripping on them other hoes
Uh, yeah, for sure, baby
Gibbs