Tonight

I remember days when we got paid

Middle school, shootin dice

Thuggin in the eighth-grade

Lied about free lunch so I got it every day

Niggas said that I changed since I moved up mane

Been the same since the game

Switched up when I came

Hit the lanes then I bang my hits

Not a shame

You a lame and a drain

Washed up with a name

Yeah I really feel the pain when they talk about you mane

You the troop, boy salute

Ain't nothing left the to prove

You the greatest and they hatin

Why they wanna take your food?

Boy these other niggas fu

Keep your eyes on your loot

Keep your hands on your girl and a nigga that'll shoot

[Sample - Phil Collins "In The Air"]

Now I gotta get it

I gotta get to the cake though

Niggas keep rapping and snitchin until the case closed

Bitch I'm out here workin I gotta get to the pesos

Memphis young nigga

We comin up bout to explode

Hit me on my line

She tryna meet at the Citgo

I don't got no time the city really lit though

Yeah she looking fine and yeah she's so thick, oh

I don't waste time you know it keep ticking hoe

Wake up bitch

I'm smokin up every mornin

By the time that you yawnin, I'm goin straight to the hundreds

By the time that you joggin, I'm probably sittin in a office

Rollin up fat blunts just thinking bout the profits

And she don't do this often

I know these hoes be lying

And she tryna intervene

Hold up, shawty rewind

Hold up, nigga recline up out my fuckin seat

You can't ever sit here

Boy this shit for a king nigga

[Sample - Phil Collins "In The Air"]