ELI
It's like, um, four o'clock in the mornin' or some'
Shit, we in London, you know what I'm sayin'?
Max told me he gon' get up out the zone
I know that he lyin', but he tryin'
I told my niggas, "Stay up out the phone
'Cause I heard there's time on the line"
I told my brother that I'm comin' home
Even though I'm miles from the guys
I'm feeling like I ain't been in the kingdom in a minute
And I got addicted to spendin' thousands on linens
And I got addicted to all these drugs, what a feelin'
And I got addicted to the mud, boy, what a feelin'
I came from dirty crackhouses and dope dealin'
I'm in the back of warehouses, I'm dope dealin'
I came from bald heads in it like I'm Krillin
I'm tryna tell ya, for real
And I got a bitch bad, buss it like Mona Lisa
Ridin' like Six Flags, my niggas are keepers
And I gotta bitch mad, beggin' for me to keep her
I had to call my doctor, I got a lil' money fever
Callin' my lil' partner, I need me another liter
Don't know where I'm goin', I'm just goin'
I could care less if I ever see you
Don't know where I'm goin', don't know where I'm goin'
I love to see you leave, I hate when you stay with me
I feel good on my lonesome
Turn it up eight degrees if you ever play with me
I got money, I'm on one
G-17 with a long one
I heard the last strain a strong one
I keep this bitch in a leglock
I got the game in a strongarm
Every time we at the table I came with some'
I ain't never need you to pay for none
I ain't never need the tears and the cries
I was always fiendin' the love from the guys
I was feeding the mouths of the poor
Servin' Ziploc bags full of lies
ELI
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