Joe Flacco

Many selections, Some use pipes, others use injections [Hook] Smoke joints, I ain't worried 'bout tobacco Duck texts let 'em pass like Joe Flacco All I really need's friends, need's friends and We do this every weekend, weekend, YEAH [Verse 1] Let me lay this beat real quick What you think I can't flex on a slow beat Watch the drop, then cop the watch Now all these motherfuckers tryna compete What it's like for a guy like me? Work hard tryna make ends meet By the end of the week, it's weak Cause you right back, in the position you used to be But, let me slow it down real slow I just wanna let you know That life ain't really that bad In fact it's all gold Don't sit around getting old Go and get your paper, paper Went around ain't doing shit for a young kid Living around all these haters Papers smoking, vapors choking, hope to see 25 Low-key zoning, floating, I don't know if I'm really alive But it really is, I hate when they ask my ass like "Yo, what's up?" I don't really know, just chill, this beat was never enough [Hook (x2)] Smoke joints, I ain't worried 'bout tobacco Duck texts let 'em pass like Joe Flacco Cause all I really need's friends, need's friends and We do this every weekend, weekend, wassup? [Verse 2] I got a date with Destiny, she never hit me though I really just sit around and listen to the radio Talk shows, cause I don't like that Pop Shit, that KBS (fuck you) I hate the cops, cause all they want to do is arrest you (fuck you) I'm tryna buy a drop, I hope that shit impress you They say that time is money, and it's funny Cause I'm hoping that I'm not too late I'm taking too long to get out the festival I know that God blessed you Will he come to my rescue? I think it's good to party You say you down to ride They say they comfortable But, I think it's bad to lie You went to school to learn, earn money, probably read I went to school and learned to leave, in turn I burned the weed I rap for 1%, none of you average cats I'm tryna battle rap, I'm getting drunk of magic hats What kinda tag is that dog, do you even draw? Are we all criminals? Do we all follow the law? So don't judge me cause I'm arrogant, my shoes are musty Still my crew got love for me, and all these groupies wanna hug me Dressing up like a druggie, dog, I don't need your money Gave you your album, you recoup, now get the fuck away from me I mean I know you love me That's why you won't drop my ass Cause when they need a hit I throw it to 'em like Stockton pass I say this not to brag, I really mean it though I A&R my own shit, You fuckboys don't hear me though If you see me in Boston drinking bottles on the stoop Smoke a joint with your boy, keep it real with the dude Don't try and play me like an idiot, I know the prices My life is beautiful, I only got a couple vices [Hook] Shoutout to Brandun Deshay, for the beat