Tag: Trader Joe
Not for free
No, they know I’m not for free
La-la-la-la-la-la-di-da with me
The time flies when you spend your nights in the Westin
I didn’t know that snakes come in the form of a best friend
Who you fakin’ for? You ready for your lights, camera, action?
This ain’t Trader Joe’s, you payin’ for my verses with five 10s
I’m on stage alone, what is you doin’ with five men?
Hit up record stores to see if my new shit has sold out yet
And we don’t aim at all, but we hit all of the targets
Man, I’m hella spiritual, my soul is nothin’ to fuck with
Woke up with a bitch, we didn’t have a conversation, man
She just creamed on my dick
Don’t get involved in altercations, got too much fame for this shit
Made so much money I forgot about, like “Who paid for this shit?”
I got used to destruction so I’m always causin’ problems
The only difference between me and you is you’re the bad one
I do not socialize with these rappers, I just destroy ’em
When times are good, I do not pull my phone out, I enjoy ’em
Uh, uh, you’re makin’ me mad
Bad energy, man, where my palo santo at?
Told her “Don’t fuck me,” ’cause this shit get sentimental fast
But she didn’t listen, we was on the Devil’s lettuce wrap, huh
I’m just a social smoker, but I’m a social person
My brain yellin’ “Stop,” I’m tryna be good like a social worker
It’s only two o’clock and this gas put me in a coma
Got that fire burnin’, I’ll call you back when I’m feelin’ sober
I’m feelin’ pressure from my job lately
I guess if I don’t drop a song today, then I’m just lazy
I haven’t dropped a thing a months, so what does that make me?
But then again, I’m somewhat famous, you supposed to hate me
Pissed off with the heat drawn
Man, I’ll never stop ventin’ ’til the beat stop
When the beat drop, get set up for action
I just mind my own, man, I don’t write disses, I just write songs
But then again, if nobody gets hurt, then where’s the fun?
Woke up this morning
Nothin’ in the fridge, nothin’ to eat
My stomach talkin’ angry to me
Went outside, forgot to brush my teeth
Jetted over to the corner store
Picked up some bubble gum, some passion fruit ice tea
Went outside and felt the breeze
A young girl walked up the street, came up right next to me
She looked me up and down with curiosity
Like I was standin’ there, but not where I was supposed to be
She cracked a smile and said, “Open your eyes”
Uh, uh, what the fuck are you talkin’ about? I can see just fine
“No, mister,” she said, “but can you answer this question of mine?”
Where do we go when we die?
What is the color of blue if there isn’t a sky?
What is the meaning of life?
What is a life if a moment can end in the blink of an eye?