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Yeah, yeah, alright, yeah | Smokin' rollin' reefer up, I adjust the tweakers up | Break it-break it down, break it down, so I can beat it up
Yeah, yeah, alright, yeah Smokin' rollin' reefer up, I adjust the tweakers up Break it-break it down, break it down, so I can beat it up Where the welcome back? Where the welcome at? My sneaker tough This is for my old head, go on turn your speakers up Rocky, where you been? I been tryna make my ends meet So I can cope that bathin' ape or Jeremy Scott or ten deep Bottles full of Rosey, ridin' in the Benz Jeep Blowin' money fast now, I finna think I'm Big Meech! I met with my old head, we sat for a while We rolled a couple swishers, we chat for a while I said, "I'm just on my grind, I come to Houston all the time" He said, "What's been goin' down in your New York state of mind" Fine, there are bad days you feel like givin' up Like, how you gon' eat when this gig is up? When the chips is down and the jig is up But I don't give a fuck, roll another swisher up 'Cause I just came here down south, so I could get these pounds out And move my mother nice somewhere closer than a town house And my beats bangin', kickin' harder than a roundhouse I spoke with my old head and this is what I found out Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, money come and goes Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake If you listen when ya old head talkin', you'll be straight Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, money come and goes Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight Now my old head, old age, bald head, rogaine Code red codeine, nose red, cocaine Pimpin' bitches since lemon chicken shrimp lo mein Gold chains, afros, platforms, soul train And he told me 'bout that rappin', trappin' in the old days When Pop, homeboy shock, before that rat, tat-tat-tat-tat nose rings And I'm so high, I could fuck around and grow wings And we sippin' on somethin' purpler than soul plane We sip slow-slow, swing tip foes and chrome wings Told me I should head home and do my own thang Then I heard my phone rang, hold up, that's my old dame Pick it up, I hit you back miss me and I miss you back She said harlem miss you too, and they can't wait to get you back You should come on home, leave the drugs alone and stick to rap Just don't come back flossin' 'cause that type of shit'll get you clapped Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, money come and goes Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, money come and goes Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight Yeah Ridin' 'round, comin' down with my old head Junkie up, tryna deuce with my old head Swing slow, ridin' down with my old head Reppin' it, sellin' loud with my old head Ridin' down, ridin' down with my old head Tryna deuce, give it up for my old head Ridin' down, ridin' 'round with my old head With my old head, with my old head Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, money come and goes Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho Hoes want the money, money come and goes Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight
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