Life sucks when you talking 'bout the game
Boolin' with my niggas and we dreaming on the way, yeah
Planning all the problems that we made
Got that AK-47 just to ruin all your days, yeah, yeah
You don't commit, let that bitch sit
They call me bossy but I give no shit
I go to cash out on pink tamagotchis
I promise that next time I'll grow up a bit
Calling for the first time
Say she wanna show the tan lines
I told her hit me on the FaceTime
These niggas hanging off the grape vine
Ten deep walking down baseline
No I don't got no damn time
Niggas asking for a lifeline
I got ways to the gold mine
Nigga I'm about mine
Pay attention to the hand sign
Niggas running from the gang signs, gang signs

I was just like, the rest of them I don't really fuck with cause I remember them all coming over to fucking Robby's and smoking us all a joint and after it was all done they were like: "Yo, that was a DMT joint." And we all fuckin staring at this plate on the table that had like this flowery design on it and everyone was like: "Yo, you see that fuckin plate?" And we're like droolin lookin at the fuckin plate
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PP15 Interlude Lyrics

Night Lovell – PP15 Interlude Lyrics