[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Calen

And we on

[Verse 1]

Waking up before my alarms there’s another chick in my arms

That’s another victim of harm

But another rip from the bong

And I’m straight

And I ain't never been that strong but I pray

Yo, am I fucked up?

Cause lately I been mad that I can’t fall in love

My brother just had called me up

And told me all this stuff, like “life isn’t what we thought it was”

And I could probably buzz if I focused and got up out the club

And doing all them drugs ain't never bringing my dollars up

I know we right

I’m over nice if you roll it right

I’m poet-like if you pour it right

How you supposed to write

I am the prototype

Approaching life with some pro advice

Expose her like

To these posers like

Young nigga get your bread up

Cause when they heading for you keep your head up

You only let them down when you let up

And all my niggas eating, but they fed up

[Hook]

And all my niggas

They don’t know what we on

And what I told them, yo I told ‘em we on

And if we get it we don’t read it, we on

She got that ass that I roll my weed on

Yeah we on my nigga, on my nigga

I do it for the fam and all my niggas

We on

Motherfucker we on

[Verse 2]

And if I called you when you picked up

That’s love

If you missed it, don’t tell them you know me at the clubs

I ain’t different you just got to know we had it rough

So if you ain't starve with me you ain't getting stuffed

Cuz I been on this level forever

I won’t settle for lesser

Was having sex with Rebecca then got a text from Vanessa

I been living like a dog I think I need me a check up

All my answers just been wrong I think I need a professor

And we changed smoking cigarillos

Cool like we flipped the pillow

The wallet vegetarian

The shoes armadillo

The money ain’t for everyone, that’s why these niggas still broke

Yeah, you still broke

But I been stacking since a young’un

They found me in the dungeon

I been purposeful and pungent

I get personal with punches

You ain’t perfect, you redundant

And I’m sick of the bullshit

You just ain’t the type of niggas I’m cool with

[Hook]

And all my niggas

They don’t know what we on

And what I told them, yo I told ‘em we on

And if we get it we don’t read it, we on

She got that ass that I roll my weed on

Yeah we on my nigga, on my nigga

I do it for the fam and all my niggas

We on

Motherfucker we on