(Just me) just me
Just (just me)
I wanna say just
I wanna say just
Damn

This that "might see twenty-five"
The name I see for my partners
Now I ain't so sure they died
That I hope this smoke dry my eyes
My kinfolk right outside with the rental
Pinto, limo, zimbo, titty flow, wind storm, stage coach, wormhole, 64'
Long a the 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, 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
Twenty million twenty year olds trying to keep it together
Trying to sweep they confetti, trying to sleep like Coretta
Top up with, uh, 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, uh

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 store
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 store
Then we can run some more 'cause freedom can't be so far way off

I ain't even tripping no more
Tired of trying shake niggas out they sleep
There's a feast on the table, let my dogs knock it over
Off the spill I bet everybody eat
Trying to make the fucking best of God-given 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 ain'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 every day for some new revenue

Revenue, revenue, revenue, revenue (yeah, yeah)
Revenue, revenue, revenue, revenue (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Revenue, revenue, revenue, revenue (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Revenue, revenue, revenue, revenue (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)

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 store
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 store
Then we can run some more 'cause freedom can't be so far way off

Go 'head and put it in motion
We'll have to take off alone
Better to be in devotion
Say that to be in control
Go 'head and put it in motion
We'll have to take off alone
Better to be in devotion
Say that to be in control
Go 'head and 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 store
Then we can run some more 'cause freedom can't be so far way off

Copyright: WORLD SOUND PUBLISHING
Writer(s): Eian Undrai Parker, Marian Mereba, Olu O. Fann