Paris Pershun:

No inspiration, no motivation

Me and my girl's ups and downs, it seems there's no relation...

Ships will sail, whether you there life moves on

Shit, and we ain't even made it but look how far we done gone

Talking about becoming a celebrity over night

The success turned me into an anti-social socialite

Bitch, I'm on a roll

Crack open the E&J let the good times flow

I've been known to set shit on fire, let the good times smoke

When it evaporates, I'm just left with this heroin audio

As if y'all didn't know

Do I live up to your expectations?

Do you wish I don't make it cause I don't respond to your salutations?

That's petty, mayne

Put that on everything

True, we in the same game, but things do change

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Can't you see that I don't fuck wit' y'all

I try to keep my distance, can I get a couple yards?

If it's not my business, I try not to get involved

Don't make me and my n*gga break you off somethin' proper like

Paris Pershun:

Is you blind to the fact?

Kiss my ass, I'm moving like dash leaving yo' ass in the back

Slim Gravy:

Me, I'm in passenger strapped up

And my seat belt on relax not worried 'bout them or the past

I'm more about getting this cash

Just me and my lad, split it in half and lettin' it stack

Bitch, I got mouths to feed, a house of needs and none of you a part of that

Get the fuck round from me, now I see how a lot of n*ggas act

Actin' like bitches, and I don't like bitches, unless that bitch bad

Can I get a witness? Can I get a witness?

Let this be my last time that I have to tell you this

We ain't cool, you don't know me, I ain't never been

The friendly type, to hell with friends, what I learned from them

They gotta turn their back to face you, then they turn again

Damn, my n*gga

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