[intro: starlito]
(run that back, turbo)
At this boat town, i feel like junior [?]
These memories, drinkin' hennessy
[verse 1: starlito]
Jsut walked in art and hear d teh ghost of young dolph
Keep it real with your plug no matter what, you ain't supposed to run off, preach
Keep earnin', these street sermons
Never givin' up my seat even though the tables kweep turnin'
We was[?] volume two ad bro pulled up to the session
I threw the oop to empire, he certifed as a legend
Told me and trip never stop, what we doin' is special
Sometimes the booth can feel like a confessional
Tr to keep it oprofession, sometimes it's tmi
Sittin' in the same room, recrd a
I can do bad by myself, oh, well, at least i tried
Plus i wanted eighty percent, so i went diy
I hit the lab whenever i need to cry
Tell my bro kevin i love him whenever i think about that leo died
Did a hundred songs in the 305
Two hundred more down in memphis, no usb needed to see my drive
[interlude: don trip & starlito]
Lito
Yeah, that was hard
That usb shit was hard, craig
I fuck with that
Yeah
[verse 2: don trip]
Ain't a way to stop me if i'm dedicated
I'm a breaeth of fresh air like a respirator
My advice is to let 'em hate you
Say it's lonely as a bitch at the top, that's my next-door neighbor
Still countin', ballin' 'til the bills found me
Cold shoulder, it ain't safe to chill 'round me
If you ain't tryna get a check, we ain't' got shit in common
I think you a waste of space if we bein' honest
Of course my main goal is get rich
I know i can't take it to my grave, you dumb bitch
I 'm startin' to think you motherfuckers lack common sense
'cause even from the grave, i wan' take care of my kids, i'm
I'm makin' trust-fund babies
A dollar at a time, i don't care how long it takes me
Makin' sure jayla never have to use a vacuum seal
All i got is m's on my plate, that's a happy meal
The rabbit got the gun if my pockets got rabbit ears
I can't complain no matter how bad it is
Shit can get worse, shit can get ugly
My money get funny, my stomach gets bubble
He who doens't hustle is not to be trusted
All of my buddies cutthroat like chucky
Forgive me, i've sinned, the money brings gluttony
And i would let you call me anything except lucky
Long live pif