Fried Rice - Bas

Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired

Tell me where the gingerbread, I’m gettin' there

Money in my pocket barely fit in there

But I fell in love with how it’s sittin' there

Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul

But I’m over it though, had to block me a number

(We're sorry)

This from the latest collection, my boy

You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer

Fiends got the city up under the wing like it’s fried rice

I done died twice, I got nine lives, that means seven to spare

Vision blurry, but the hindsight always 20/20, I see Heaven and Hell

Yeah, just to bust up a cell

Yeah, tell 'em come and give me fuckin' nonviolence when the nine flyin'

Hear her lullaby, make her sing like Adele

Heavy on me like a Pell

Singin' off-key, get 'em off me

We on all streets for the money, niggas hit up Wall Street

Had them boys ringin' the bell

Ain’t no Libra, but my scale ready if this rap shit ever fail

Get me hot

My borough taught me how to run a block

Confidence is quiet, I don’t talk a lot

I call my mama and I call the shots

I don’t call these bitches, they just talk a lot

Cop a couple toys and we can make a play

Now the driveway like a parking lot

Beware the dogs what the sign say

I did it my way, I did it my way

Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired

Tell me where the gingerbread, I’m gettin' there

Money in my pocket barely fit in there

But I fell in love with how it’s sittin' there

Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul

But I’m over it though, had to block me a number

Block block, uh, block, look

You got the gas, but it’s not like mine

She got that ass, but she not that fine

Don’t make a nigga laugh

I need the cash in the bag in advance

Before I grab any mic' in the stand

Don’t make a nigga mad

Spazz the fuck out, all bad, I’m all-Madden

I’m on a go route now, but I do all patterns

I’m with your ho right now, and she’s a tall glass

I’m a can full of whoop-yo-ass

A little .40 in the booking bag

I put a bullet in your lookin' ass

Aw, baby, what is you doin'?

Been lookin', askin' for something you can work your ass off for

My nigga, grab it, go after it

I’m p-p-passionate, d-d-damagin' my anatomy

Don’t get mad at me if I pass out while I’m ramblin'

I’m an animal, an anomaly

Mari-mari-marijuana, it’s the God in me, gotta be

A better way just to get away, takin' the backstreet roads

A couple days, maybe, give or take (Yeah)

Baby, I’m gon' get home

Uh, when I’m in the zone I’m in, I’m ignoring your phone call again

The phone, off the dome talk, your phone block block

You’re on, switch off

The long lost lil' nigga gettin' it how he live, hol' up

Decisions I be makin' when I get impaired

Tell me where the gingerbread, I’m gettin' there

Money in my pocket barely fit in there

But I fell in love with how it’s sittin' there

Old bitches miss me, a hole in her soul

But I’m over it though, had to block me a number

This from the latest collection, my boy

You can copy the wave when I drop in the summer

Fiends got the city up under the wing like it’s fried rice

Like it’s fried rice

Boy, you can copy the wave when I drop in the summer

Fiends got the city up under the wing like it’s fried rice

Like it’s fried rice