(Hoodrich Keem? Yeah, I'm thinkin' about signin' that guy)
Forty-eight hours a day, you hear me?

Took the vibes up to Tahoe
One on one, I'm to the field, I feel like Pablo (one on one)
One on one, slap a thousand of them, dry slow (one on one)
12 can't stop shit, I feel like Ralo (uh-uh), yeah
Real estate in the hill, really I'm just grindin' (really I'm just)
No furniture, just some money counters, niggas pourin'
I really can't complain, life is good, bitch it's goin' (I can't complain)
Three hours back, west coast, they said it's snowin'
Get it, then forget it
Practice social distance (practice social distance)
I can't even sleep, Adderalls got me geeked (I'm geeked)
Diced pineapples, I just turned that lil' bitch peach (yeah)
Count it, then recount it, I'm just tryna keep it neat (tryna keep it neat)
Bought her for the week
Stuffed it in a twenty-ounce, it's spillin' on my jeans (Saint Laurent)
Reckless with the check like that shit fallin' from the leaves (whew)
At Louis like it's power, shit, I'm waitin' on that new season
Told her you ain't gotta tease me (mm-mm)
Ain't did shit, they hatin', I'ma give these boys a reason (ain't did shit)
Want yo' numbers up? Then nigga get me on the remix (come on)
Left a bag in Vegas, scooped a bag in Phoenix (scooped a bag in Phoenix)
Left it in the club though, they act like they ain't seen it
Niggas got a lot to say, forget it when they see me (damn)
She rub me the right way, I'll be that lil' bitch genie (I might)
I be headin' down the wrong road for money 'cause I need it (on God)
Sacrifice, thinkin' long term, my vision clear, I see it
Put that shit on paper, numbers low, negotiate it (negotiate it)
Don't wanna take the risk, they know I'm associated (yeah)
L.A. smokin' Gross, lil' boy you will never taste it (you will never taste it)
Milk him for the money and I pray I'm never famous (uh-uh)
Ask a lot of questions, damn, who you investigatin'? (Who you investigatin'?)
Livin' like I made it, they say I'm the next to make it (I'm the next to make it)
Percocets and vitamins, I'm eatin' turkey bacon
Baby bottles different colors and her mama Gerber baby (for real)
Runnin' through the- (runnin')
Runnin' through this shit with my woes
Playin' by the rules, pay my dues, pay them tolls (yeah)
I come from them back streets, wrist like a strobe
Young black nigga in the hood, ooh, that's goals (bitch)
She came in ready to do her thing, now she gone (yeah)
We ain't gotta act like it's a secret, girl we grown
Why your friend keep tryna mess around and take off her clothes?
You know I don't need this selfish shit, die alone

Selfish shit, die alone
Selfish shit, die alone

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Writer(s): Marcellus Register