| Just me | 
| Just me | 
| I wanna say just. | 
| I wanna say just. | 
| Ju-ju-ju-ju | 
| This that might see 25 | 
| Then name my seed for my partners | 
| Now I ain’t so sure they died | 
| That I hope this smoke dry my eyes | 
| But kinfolk right outside with the rental | 
| Binto, limo, zimbo, titty flow, wind storm, stage coach, wormhole, 64', | 
| long with this shit, go I don’t mind | 
| Breakfast for dinner | 
| Pussy for Breakfast | 
| I bought the bando | 
| You bought the necklace | 
| That’s where we separate | 
| Fucking with Marsha | 
| Well that’s the connection | 
| Well that shit gon' cost ya | 
| Well that’s an investment | 
| Just passing through sir | 
| Still got arrested | 
| Fucking with Marsha | 
| Will teach you a lesson | 
| Girl I was just asking | 
| Cause your ass can get it | 
| Girl your ass impressive | 
| But your ass a blessing | 
| But your ass keep acting | 
| Exactly to toss that shit back like vital signs | 
| Coming out that box Chevy | 
| 20 Million 20 year olds | 
| Trying to keep it together | 
| Trying to sweep they confetti | 
| Trying to sleep like Coretta | 
| Tupperware up Mom’s spaghetti | 
| Ready, cause if they catch me with this | 
| My face gon' hit them front pictures | 
| Y’all go head and hit them switches | 
| Y’all go head and hit them swishers | 
| Smoke breaks, take them mid ditches | 
| Your position is poor precision | 
| Hold up bitch you blocking my vision | 
| Baby, lay off | 
| Might see Jesus before I see my next day off | 
| Bitch I’m reaching for my lighter like it’s my next payoff | 
| Let’s make this run right quick to the liquor sto' | 
| Then we can run some more | 
| Cause freedom can’t be so far | 
| Way off, lay off | 
| Might see Jesus before I see my next day off | 
| Bitch I’m reaching for my lighter like it’s my next pay off | 
| Let’s make this run right quick to the liquor sto' | 
| Then we can run some more | 
| Cause freedom can’t be so far way off | 
| I ain’t even tripping no more | 
| Tired trying shake niggas out they sleep | 
| There’s a feast on the table and my dogs knock it over | 
| Off the spill I bet everybody eat | 
| Trying to make the fucking best of god giving ability | 
| You can tell it’s storm on the way | 
| Hope the bitch niggas smell it | 
| Only truth, I’m aloof to the shit you telling | 
| Linking up with better plugs got a nigga disconnected | 
| So we aren’t fucking with the bar | 
| We ain’t fucking up the club tonight | 
| Bitches in my cellular device | 
| Call 'em up to smoke and fuck tonight | 
| Taking shots for bros we lost when we was young | 
| That really ain’t deserve to die | 
| I remember everyone that told me no | 
| But nowadays they can’t deny | 
| I don’t hold grudges | 
| No no no no | 
| Those are for bitches with nothing to do | 
| I’d rather give niggas nothing but juice | 
| Live life like there’s nothing to lose | 
| Oh shit, my bad, my bad | 
| Where are my manners man | 
| Please allow me to reintroduce | 
| It’s Doctur | 
| The loopiest Nubian you ever knew | 
| Pray to god everyday for some new revenue | 
| Revenue, revenue, revenue, revenue | 
| Revenue, revenue, revenue, revenue | 
| Revenue, revenue, revenue, revenue | 
| Revenue, revenue, revenue, revenue | 
| Baby, lay off | 
| Might see Jesus before I see my next day off | 
| Bitch I’m reaching for my lighter like it’s my next pay off | 
| Let’s make this run right quick to the liquor sto' | 
| Then we can run some more | 
| Cause freedom can’t be so far | 
| Way off, lay off | 
| Might see Jesus before I see my next day off | 
| Bitch I’m reaching for my lighter like it’s my next pay off | 
| Let’s make this run right quick to the liquor sto' | 
| Then we can run some more | 
| Cause freedom can’t be so far | 
| Go 'head n put it in motion | 
| We’ll have to take off alone | 
| Better to be in devotion | 
| Say that to be in control | 
| Go 'head n put it in motion | 
| We’ll have to take off alone | 
| Better to be in devotion | 
| Say that to be in control | 
| Go 'head n put it in motion | 
| Lay off, might see Jesus before I see- | 
| Bitch I’m reaching for my lighter like it’s- | 
| Let’s make this run right quick to the liquor sto' | 
| Then we can run some more | 
| Cause freedom can’t be so far | 
| Way off |