You go to that level I can’t go there with ya,
I be fresh to death they wanna take my picture,

Rolling up da gas when I break down my swisher,
Know I’m high, go inside,
You ain’t gang, you ain’t live,
You can’t tell me nothin' baby,
I done been through it all,
Need my fix or I get sick,
I need that money to ball,
She gone trip and flip on me,
If I be missing her call,
But that all go out the window,
When I’m beating them walls.

Money steady callin' got me answering,

Saran wrapping them packages wit Vaseline,
They think I work at the corner store got gasoline,
Know da vibes, even wit a stick you never beat the price,
Know dat I get it, run up da digits,
All of my pockets, money can’t fit it,
Girl, I’m a dog, give me da kitty,
Know ima hit it I get to da city,
Mane I’m addicted to hustle committed,
DNA I got Benjamin in me,
Seen a likk, I’m so tempted to hit it,
Then ima call a Uber when we finish.

Rollin' up the doh I feel like Homer Simpson,
Baby I'm a mack but don't play with my pimping,
We can ball together like we Jordan
Pippen Moral of the story I don't do the trippin’,

You go to that level I can’t go there with ya,

I be fresh to death they wanna take my picture,

Rolling up da gas when I break down my swisher,
Know I’m high, go inside,
You ain’t gang, you ain’t live,
You can’t tell me nothin' baby, I done been through it all,
Need my fix or I gzt sick, I need that money to ball,
She gone trip and flip on me,
If I be missing her call,
But that all go out the window,
When I’m beating them walls.

RAINY DAY

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

Rainy day
Feeling blue
Skies are grey
Where are you?
I know I
Shouldn’t feel this way
But I do

Don’t know where
Don’t know when
But I swear
We’ll meet again
And we’ll laugh away
That rainy day
From way back then
Rainy day