2012 - Joey Purp

Ay, okay I’m smoking strong

Hit the homie phone, see what the homie on

I’m ashing weed, smoking back to back, I’m solo dolo

Dog, I’m riding clean, bought a Montecarlo, I don’t want it though

They took my G, RIP my homie man, they took my dog

It’s 2012, I was wearing Bape when I was only 12, just turned 18

And I’m focused, thinking bout these Benjamins

They fuck with me cause I play my part, I run a play or three

Then hit the store, grab a Kiwi Mystic and some

And some, and some

Windows up and I’m rolling up, just dump the swisher guts

I’m tryna go, and they blow for me, man we don’t give no fuck

I’m getting paid every different way I do my digits

Then scoop up my round, tell 'em straight like

«This is what the fuck we on»

This is what the fuck we on, just left the plug

And he say I got it, say he fuck with me, he wrote me off

And I’ll put you on just handle business please and do your thing

Do your demonstration, bring it back to me, don’t fuck it up

We could be them niggas in the fuckin' streets

I’m ridin' round, bitches back to back they call me Purple now

They smoking good, straight precipitation, tryna flood the streets

I’m ducking low, everybody got it selling everything

Everybody wanna be the man, you know- you know- you know-

Ay, that was then and this is now, I done put the business down

Same old habits held me up, same old habits held me down

My new whip ain’t got no tank, my lil bih' gon blow me down

Shorty a ten from the waist up, shorty a ten from the waist down

Okay I’m smoking strong

Hit the homie phone, see what the homie on

I’m ashing weed, smoking back to back, I’m solo dolo

Dog I’m riding clean, bought a Montecarlo, I don’t want it though

They took my G, RIP my homie man, they took my dog