Hello, yea I'll call you when i leave the studio
You all good
Alright cool cool
I'll be here for little a min, just gimme a call
Or I'll just let you when i leave
Look
I got nomore issues
I can't hold a secret
The things we learned from this
You know they'd never teach us
I get twisted off that Gin
I turn into a preacher
I just texted my other shorty
"Sorry, i don't need ya"
And then my phone died
And by the time i get to it
Girl ill be so high
That I'll just probably leave it read
See i got no time
Because show money is mo money
F**k a slow grind
But please don't lose your soul
Or your mind
You wanted a prezy, Obama in 09
Pull up in a Chevy, them haters be so kind
We blast on whoever
That chatter we don't mind
And we know that some things will change
People change but i never will
And i just put all my issues on the line, no fears
No fears let go of the wheel
I get stuck in my grind
I keep twisting yo gears
We got high last night
And we talked politics and science
You told me how your dad went to LA
Just for them rides
See that's the type of shit
You only hear bout in them movies scenes
We done all been lied to
But you know that we're true to things
Because we don't wanna go back down
That lost soul road
Just make sure that my Chablis stay cold
Hello
Yea yea I'm just leaving out I'm a little twisted
Naw i was light drinking
Ite well look I'm bout to peel up outta here
I made some arrangements
We could kick iit and what not, If thats cool with you
You cool with that