Raindrops on roses and
Whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettlesAnd warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages
Tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things
(30, you a mothafuckin′ fool, nigga)
Raindrops on roses and
Whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles
(Yeah)
And warm woolen mittens
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I got plenty of this shit
Brown paper packages
Tied up with strings
I got plenty in my bag,
I got plenty in my holster
Plenty of ammo
These are a few of my favorite things
Big long like... you know
What I'm sayin′, but I'm really...
My kids be listenin' to my shit,
Now, I be havin′ to dumb
That shit down, yeah
Yeah, my daughter asked me
What a drug dealer was
I said me, uh
When the lawyer asked me
What a fuckin′ killer was
I said me, uh
When the bitch asked me
What a real nigga was
I said me, haha, yeah
Overseas in a yacht,
They askin' who it was
I said me
I get high if it′s the
Right amount
(Yeah)
I get a buzz checkin'
My account
(Alright)
I get tipsy eatin′
Red pussy
(Tell 'em)
I stay drippin′
'Cause the feds lookin'
(Tru)
Teriyaki on my portobello
So many rides at the house
Look like a fender bender
Slept on the futon,
I know hard remember (Lord)
I ain′t have no work
Done like Kendall Jenner
Got my first plug around 19
Saw someone shot when
They should have been fighting
Yeah, I′m on the top, icing
Maybach truck, enticing
Somethin' prestigious, precisely
Lookin′ within just to sightsee
I see you lookin' sharp, lightning
My past is really dark, frightening
Yeah, yeah, my daughter asked
Me what a drug dealer was
I said me, uh
When the lawyer asked
Me what a fuckin′ killer was
I said me, uh
When the bitch asked
Me what a real nigga was
I said me, haha, yeah
Overseas in a yacht, they askin' who it was
I said me
I just lost my count
Countin′ blessings
12th grade I got locked
Up for possession
I tried to call God, but
He ain't answer (Hello)
Sent me to voicemail,
He pressed cancel (Damn)
Load the AR for temper
Tantrums (Yeah, yeah)
A round hit a A&R, damn,
Son (Yeah, yeah)
She know she is a snack
Like concession (Snack)
I used to sell crack out
The detention (I did)
Had a MAC-11 at Burger King
Me and Steph gon' turn this to
A murder scene (Bow-bow, bow)
Talkin′ no beef, no pork and bean (Nah)
Serve you Young Dro,
Make your shoulder lean
Morphine dreams in the ER (ER)
Got her a BBL down in DR (DR)
This shit here real as hell, no VR
When the light bill up
And down like a seesaw
Uh, yeah, yeah, my daughter
Asked me what a drug dealer was
I said me, uh
When the lawyer asked
Me what a fuckin′ killer was
I said me, uh
(Raindrops, roses)
When the bitch asked
Me what a real nigga was
I said me, haha, yeah
(Raindrops, roses)
Overseas in a yacht,
They askin' who it was
I said me
Think I was born
Trapped in my system
(Was I?)
′Cause I was raised
Around the packs
And the pistols (Bow)
On her knees so long
She tore her meniscus (Wow)
Been a long road,
Check the distance (Road)
Rest in peace, tats the initials
Put it in black and
White like officials
Dope cases messin'
Up hoop dreams
All you know is get
Money is the routine
(Raindrops, roses)
Used to want birds
Like Larry (Swish)
Used to keep the white
Like Barry (Ayy, raindrops, roses)
It was my oblige like Mary (Blige)
Had the J′s at the
End like Terrance
Vibin' on the terrace
With some red wine
I be gettin′ started 'round bed time (Tru)
It's either fed time
Or it′s state time
If you don′t make time,
Better take time
What up, what up world
Man I'm so tired of these
Niggas, calling everyday
Complaining,
Man I ain′t got nobody
Out here but me my nigga
You know what I'm saying?
Man I need help my nigga
I′m tired of that shit man
Dawg, some of these niggas
Complain when they got work
And they complain when they
Ain't got no work
Nigga you blockin′ your blessing
Nigga
Know what I'm sayin'?
I hate that whole negative ass vibe
Quit calling me with that negative shit
My nigga
Dawg look, man I had kidney failure
Nigga
Three days a week I get dialysis
They stuck two big ass needles
In my arm nigga, that shit be hurtin′
Like a motherfucker. you don′t hear me
Complainin' nigga
I′m out here gettin' it nigga
Goin′ to work everyday
Ten toes down, taking care of
My responsibilities
Don't call me with that shit nigga
The light bill people don′t listen to
That typa' shit
The rent people don't listen to
That typa′ shit
So I′m not gonna listen to that
Typa shit
So if you ain't got some positive shit
Lose my number nigga
Lose my mother fuckin′ number
