[Verse 1]
I'm not rapping for the fame
I'm dick-rich like Rick James
Gotta a group of family and a hoe
And a god not in change
Everything a person want is hope
Tonight poppin' day
And I'm not here to be told
Rollin' up a backwood getting hope
Cuz my last piece didn't work
I'm down no love exquisite how I move
Her panties form shrooms
The shrooms and acid acting a fool
Yeah, dude
[Hook}
On a dusty lines of rules
Tonight not here for the day
Comin' home for the weekend
It's that business for the season
Her moves are gold I'm trynna move
Whenevеr I'm inside the booth
Looking for answers insidе the truth
Everyday I roll a blunt
[Verse 2]
Out slangin' brick(a)
The project nigga row(a)
A player that's for show(a)
I'm chargin' a hoe(a)
You weak niggas now(a)
Step and a fire
Your life will expire
You need to retire
I walk wasted I walk drunk
Like I don't give a fuck
Down with my trunk
My trunk fucked up
Raf on my feet
Flyest in North Face
You might think that I'm a geek
But I'm in my own state
[Hook}
On a dusty lines of rules
Tonight not here for the day
Comin' home for the weekend
It's that business for the season
Her moves are gold I'm trynna move
Whenever I'm inside the booth
Looking for answers inside the truth
Everyday I roll a blunt
On a dusty lines of rules
Tonight not here for the day
Comin' home for the weekend
It's that business for the season
Her moves are gold I'm trynna move
Whenever I'm inside the booth
Looking for answers inside the truth
Everyday I roll a blunt