Lyrics
Super radical on my clothing, even though I know death’s closing in
Gregory Peck, just like 'The Omen'
Niggas call me 'Tony' but that’s the old me
I ain’t an O. G, I’m a young nigga
Smoking on some good weed, hung up on some bad women
And you don’t live that life so nigga we ain’t fucking with you
We in the kitchen, eating on a full stomach
I hear your tummy growling, I’m thinking nothing of it
I live above the sky with some good strains
I do the most cause any minute it could all change
They think my style’s strange, I think they all the same
Strawberry lemonade, come and taste my wave
I do own things, nigga complain
Purple rain, Nature boy gang
Nigga stay in your own lane
And you really got it fucked up
Acting like a nigga really give a fuck
Nature boy gang, yeah, that’s what’s up
Nigga I’m gone, I don’t give a fuck
And I know what y’all really want
Be the nigga in the club trynna get fucked
Fuck them all, that’s my new motto
Rest in power to my friends, I’ll see you tomorrow
Hard to swallow, that’s how I’m living
All my girls is poison, word to Michael Bivins
I’m getting fucked up, sipping three 4−5s
Slorp swooped me in the van so I had a ride
Hopped inside, I’m too high to die
But the weed, man, just committed homicide
All my niggas say, «Twon, you ain’t living right»
I just shrug it off, just trynna live my life
Tomorrow ain’t promised, I ain’t gonna think twice
I ain’t gonna party like it’s just any other night
The one who laughs loud always cries the hardest regardless
If they were smart enough to solve all of their problems
Bad girls between my blankets
If she got up, man, nigga I ain’t say shit
You niggas got it fucked up
Acting like a nigga really give a fuck
Nature boy gang, yeah, that’s what’s up
Nigga I’m gone, I don’t give a fuck