Lyrics
I wonder if the devil is a judge
Lockin' niggas up
Lockin' niggas up, yeah
I wonder if I tell her I'm in love
Would she let me cut?
Would she let me cut, yeah?
I wonder if I'm runnin' out of luck
I don't believe in luck
Doin' different stuff, yeah
I wonder if I had a million bucks
Would I give a fuck?
Would I give a?
2008, man, shit was great back then
My boy had a stu' at the crib, we stayed packed in
Girbaud jeans and the smoke from the Mild Black and's
Girls can't shut the fuck up when we trackin'
I'd search internet Hypebeast, I stayed tapped in
What's that you wearin', niggas was always askin'
Mama used to clean the tub with Ajax then
And I would hate the smell
I told her we'll be wealthy
I mean it you'll see
Maybe live in Chelsea
New York was always hard on me but it was healthy
I'm a doctor with the grammar I swear that I'm Kelsey
Surgical with this bitch Jake, fuckin' with me's a mistake (yeah)
And I knew it how homies reacted to my first mixtape
I was workin' at Buffalo Wild Wings, it would get played
By the cooks in the kitchen some older head said, "This kid straight"
Sung it and shook your wings in a bucket BBQ mesquite
Cops always fucked with us
Always stopped us for nothin'
Your skin dark, your surroundin's is southern
It's gone be harder than others
I think that's partially where anger would come from
We spoke well, but had choppers that stutter
I wonder
I wonder if the devil is a judge
Lockin' niggas up
Lockin' niggas up, yeah
I wonder if I tell her I'm in love
Would she let me cut?
Would she let me cut, yeah?
I wonder if I'm runnin' out of luck
I don't believe in luck
Doin' different stuff, yeah
I wonder if I had a million bucks
Would I give a fuck?
Would I give a?
DAVID X ELI, Dontae Perkins, Morris W. Ricks II, Tobias Breuer
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