I went to sleep last night with no bitch,
losin' bitches and homies
If I don't make it with this rap shit,
nigga, I might be homeless
my pop's checks ain't enough
If ain't bringin' home that money,
my whole family is fucked
I swear I move like the mob,
I'm watchin' movies too much
If niggas wanted you dead,
They wonder why I do drugs
Since I made it the city hated,
I ride around with my gun,
I stay protected cause my homie
just took one to the lung
where's the family support?
but he ain't even show up in court
Yeah, that's a real G, nigga,
he on a kill spree, nigga
The homie popped him so I hope
That's why I really be smokin'
That's why I really be smokin'
That's why I really be smokin'
I be going through some things,
you don't know what I've been thinkin'
Now I'm ridin' through traffic
With a bitch that's irritatin' from
all these questions she askin'
Like what bitches I fucked,
You ain't my main bitch so why
That's why bitches get fucked,
then turn around and get left
Somebody need to teach them less talk,
I'm pressed when I'm stressed,
my granny tell me I'm blessed
Well, why the fuck do Jesus Christ got
me goin' through this shit?
what happens if I go broke?
then buy my lolo some new spokes
Right up in your fake setup,
fuck you up like some mace
give a young nigga some space
give me a blunt that's laced
Sprinkle some molly in it,
watch me take this shit to my face
The snitch is the shooter,
they took time away from his case
where is the world today?
That's why I really be smokin'
That's why I really be smokin'
That's why I really be smokin'
I be going through some things,
you don't know what I've been thinkin'
That's why I really be smokin'
That's why I really be smokin'
That's why I really be smokin'
I be going through some things,
you don't know what I've been thinkin
to me is one big ass lick
I walk inside of a buildin',
Tell 'em I need all of my chips,
my life been known Section eight
I've been a welfare case,
Meanwhile I'm grindin' cause drug
money ain't like rap money
Four white kilo snow bunny,
equal one whole show, dummy
I'm on this tour bus and I'm fucked
Up , I got a bad call, they killed Braze
They killed Chad my big homie Pup
bruh, and I've really been drinkin'
What the fuck, I'm the sober one
ski mask with the eyes out
Speed past in the Cutlass-
And we young nigga hop out
Two tears in a bucket, I feel like fuck it
That's the price of fame,
recognize my pain, that's all I know
All alone, but I'm out here though
Call my troops like vamonos
I'm on this tour bus and I'm fucked up
I got a bad call, and it's all bad
Off OG with my OG and some OE,
That's why i really be smokin'
That's why i really be smokin'
That's why i really be smokin'
I be going through some things,
you don't know what I've been thinkin'
That's why i really be smokin'
That's why i really be smokin'and i really
That's why i really be smokin'and i
I be going through some things,
you don't know what I've been thinkin'
