Decided

Lyrics

[Chorus] I smoke so much, I don't get high no more Just kickin pimpin, [?] everything I do So many cars, I can't decide which one I wanna drive no more Crib on akers, having paper Plenty bitches, different flavors I don't even know which one, I can't decide no mjore Still moving work, moving that pack All my niggas ran up a sack [?] we ain't even got a supply no more Just so you know, we all gon' go We all [?], we all gon' blow [?] try no more [Verse 1] [?] for the work Took my homie early, wasn't prepared for [?] Mama told me God do everything for a reason OG told me every real nigga [?] I just pray to God my [?] straight for he take him I just pray that all my niggas hustling, yeah, we made it Foreign car, can't decide which to drive Foreign bitch, [?] when she fly Head back, I'ma get you [?] Fake niggas, looking real in disguise Can't set myself up for failure I'm just here to keep it real, 'cause [?] Cut some homies off, I'm cooler with banktellers Secured the bag, now ain't shit that they can tell us [Chorus] I smoke so much, I don't get high no more Just kickin pimpin, [?] everything I do So many cars, I can't decide which one I wanna drive no more Crib on akers, having paper Plenty bitches, different flavors I don't even know which one, I can't decide no mjore Still moving work, moving that pack All my niggas ran up a sack [?] we ain't even got a supply no more Just so you know, we all gon' go We all [?], we all gon' blow [?] try no more [Verse 2] The money in the coupe, red but I don't gang bang I got homies dead and gone, got partners in the chain gang I done switched it up [?] different mindframe And [?] the whip, and I got water in my chain now Smoking out the pound, like I don't need lungs About a bitch, you can have that bitch, yeah, she still my theme song You might have the [?] rock one of these charms And I appreciate the help, but no, I don't need crumbs Street nigga with some [?] Fake nigga [?] Probably mad that I won't fall, and I ran me up a lot of money Yung Ralph was a cool nigga, but the Juug Man, he ain't taking nothing Stayed down through the bullshit, now I done ran me up a lot of money [Chorus] I smoke so much, I don't get high no more Just kickin pimpin, [?] everything I do So many cars, I can't decide which one I wanna drive no more Crib on akers, having paper Plenty bitches, different flavors I don't even know which one, I can't decide no mjore Still moving work, moving that pack All my niggas ran up a sack [?] we ain't even got a supply no more Just so you know, we all gon' go We all [?], we all gon' blow [?] try no more