Yuh yuh
Third St, molly in my OJ
K-Town wit the homies runnin' plays
All these drugs, all these drugs get me paid
In my pocket, but my poppin get me paid
We on one Friday to Monday
All this drip, think I need some lidocaine
Numb the pain, numb the pain, numb the pain
In my pocket, bet my poppin get me paid
Yeah I got millions, I got millions on my mental
I'm out my feelings, but I feel this little pebble
I crush it up, I crushed it up just like a crystal
I feel like diamonds, I'm alignin' with my mental
Cause I been talkin, I been talkin, I been talkin wit myself
Conversations wit my future, get familiar wit my wealth
Make the calls up wit the bosses, ink my signature in felt
Seven digits, ain't no limit, make these racks off what I felt
It's big chicken, big chicken on my plate plate
I know my livelihood, my livelihood's at stake stake
F*ck the cost, I'm the boss, John Madden with the plays
Want the oranges? Need some focus? Hit my line cause I'm the man
Third St, molly in my OJ
K-Town wit the homies runnin' plays
All these drugs, all these drugs get me paid
In my pocket, but my poppin get me paid
We on one Friday to Monday
All this drip, think I need some lidocaine
Numb the pain, numb the pain, numb the pain
In my pocket, bet my poppin get me paid
Yuh yuh
I'm a grown-ass man, I got goals I don't talk about
Can't risk jinxing it, gotta let my life play out
Mother Nature do her thing
Wit her grace, I be slidin'
I ain't finna say a thing till she bless me wit that guidance
Pregame on my own, you might call me an addict
But all the while, I'm writin' this song for which you gave me the baggage
I been down to the bottom of every bottle, got no shame about it
You can double back wit yo nickels
I be dimin' wit mileage
And I ain't ever done
Hell nah, I ain't finish
Know I gotta relax, but the turn up keep on winnin
Put that energy in a bag's how I deal wit it
Livin on a sick one, I'm just tellin you how I see it
Third St, molly in my OJ
K-Town wit the homies runnin' plays
All these drugs, all these drugs get me paid
In my pocket, but my poppin get me paid
We on one Friday to Monday
All this drip, think I need some lidocaine
Numb the pain, numb the pain, numb the pain
In my pocket, bet my poppin get me paid
Yuh yuh
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Yuh yuh
Third St, molly in my OJ
K-Town wit the homies runnin' plays
All these drugs, all these drugs get me paid
In my pocket, but my poppin get me paid
We on one Friday to Monday
All this drip, think I need some lidocaine
Numb the pain, numb the pain, numb the pain
In my pocket, bet my poppin get me paid
Yeah I got millions, I got millions on my mental
I'm out my feelings, but I feel this little pebble
I crush it up, I crushed it up just like a crystal
I feel like diamonds, I'm alignin' with my mental
Cause I been talkin, I been talkin, I been talkin wit myself
Conversations wit my future, get familiar wit my wealth
Make the calls up wit the bosses, ink my signature in felt
Seven digits, ain't no limit, make these racks off what I felt
It's big chicken, big chicken on my plate plate
I know my livelihood, my livelihood's at stake stake
F*ck the cost, I'm the boss, John Madden with the plays
Want the oranges? Need some focus? Hit my line cause I'm the man
Third St, molly in my OJ
K-Town wit the homies runnin' plays
All these drugs, all these drugs get me paid
In my pocket, but my poppin get me paid
We on one Friday to Monday
All this drip, think I need some lidocaine
Numb the pain, numb the pain, numb the pain
In my pocket, bet my poppin get me paid
Yuh yuh
I'm a grown-ass man, I got goals I don't talk about
Can't risk jinxing it, gotta let my life play out
Mother Nature do her thing
Wit her grace, I be slidin'
I ain't finna say a thing till she bless me wit that guidance
Pregame on my own, you might call me an addict
But all the while, I'm writin' this song for which you gave me the baggage
I been down to the bottom of every bottle, got no shame about it
You can double back wit yo nickels
I be dimin' wit mileage
And I ain't ever done
Hell nah, I ain't finish
Know I gotta relax, but the turn up keep on winnin
Put that energy in a bag's how I deal wit it
Livin on a sick one, I'm just tellin you how I see it
Third St, molly in my OJ
K-Town wit the homies runnin' plays
All these drugs, all these drugs get me paid
In my pocket, but my poppin get me paid
We on one Friday to Monday
All this drip, think I need some lidocaine
Numb the pain, numb the pain, numb the pain
In my pocket, bet my poppin get me paid
Yuh yuh
Third St, molly in my OJ
K-Town wit the homies runnin' plays
All these drugs, all these drugs get me paid
In my pocket, but my poppin get me paid
We on one Friday to Monday
All this drip, think I need some lidocaine
Numb the pain, numb the pain, numb the pain
In my pocket, bet my poppin get me paid
Yeah I got millions, I got millions on my mental
I'm out my feelings, but I feel this little pebble
I crush it up, I crushed it up just like a crystal
I feel like diamonds, I'm alignin' with my mental
Cause I been talkin, I been talkin, I been talkin wit myself
Conversations wit my future, get familiar wit my wealth
Make the calls up wit the bosses, ink my signature in felt
Seven digits, ain't no limit, make these racks off what I felt
It's big chicken, big chicken on my plate plate
I know my livelihood, my livelihood's at stake stake
F*ck the cost, I'm the boss, John Madden with the plays
Want the oranges? Need some focus? Hit my line cause I'm the man
Third St, molly in my OJ
K-Town wit the homies runnin' plays
All these drugs, all these drugs get me paid
In my pocket, but my poppin get me paid
We on one Friday to Monday
All this drip, think I need some lidocaine
Numb the pain, numb the pain, numb the pain
In my pocket, bet my poppin get me paid
Yuh yuh
I'm a grown-ass man, I got goals I don't talk about
Can't risk jinxing it, gotta let my life play out
Mother Nature do her thing
Wit her grace, I be slidin'
I ain't finna say a thing till she bless me wit that guidance
Pregame on my own, you might call me an addict
But all the while, I'm writin' this song for which you gave me the baggage
I been down to the bottom of every bottle, got no shame about it
You can double back wit yo nickels
I be dimin' wit mileage
And I ain't ever done
Hell nah, I ain't finish
Know I gotta relax, but the turn up keep on winnin
Put that energy in a bag's how I deal wit it
Livin on a sick one, I'm just tellin you how I see it
Third St, molly in my OJ
K-Town wit the homies runnin' plays
All these drugs, all these drugs get me paid
In my pocket, but my poppin get me paid
We on one Friday to Monday
All this drip, think I need some lidocaine
Numb the pain, numb the pain, numb the pain
In my pocket, bet my poppin get me paid
Yuh yuh
Writer: Gaitán Gonzales
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