Intro.
All that drama don’t mean shit to me. Money and responsibility. All that shit gone end when I leave.
Hook.
All that hating homie you can keep all that.
All that drama baby you can keep all that.
All that problems that I keep under a bottle cap.
All that shit gone end soon as you hear that bottle crack.
Verse.
Good God.
Ganja on my mind again.
80 proof the only thing that makes sense.
Heaven knows.
You don’t know the half of it.
Fading on a daily.
Hear the devil in my ear saying.
(Do it. Give it to me.)
Hook.
Verse.
Money never meant a thing to me.
Problems and responsibility.
Let a nigga live in memories.
I can not afford a time machine.
I say
Father forgive me I know what I've done.
Riding around with this bump in my trunk.
My generation be bumping they gums.
I just be chokin on 8th of the skunk.
Guzzling taaka then speaking in tongue.
Smoke in my liver and liquor in lungs.
Heat in my chest til my body go numb.
Heat in chest make my body go.
What's cooler than being cool?
What's hotter than being a hot boy?
I swear that I'm somewhere stuck in the middle.
Heaven and hell but still I be chillin.
Satan's a guard and hell is a prison.
Money is cool but heavens the mission.
Money is cool but heavens the mission.
Outro.
I keep a bottle waiting on me in the freezer.
That’s who I talk to I don’t go to therapy.
I told my mama and she told me I don’t need it.
Told my homies and they told me I’m that nigga but I’m better when I’m lit.
I like me better when I’m lit.
I think I’m better when I’m lit.
Mama told me I don’t need it.