Lyrics
I wonder if the devil is a judge
Locking niggas up
Locking niggas up, yeah
I wonder, if I tell her I'm in love
Would she let me cut?
Would she let me cut? Yeah
I wonder if I'm running out of luck
I don't believe in luck
Doing different stuff, yeah
I wonder, if I had a million bucks
Would I give a fuck
Would I give a
2008, man, shit was great back then
My boy had a stu at the crib, we stayed packed in
Girbaud jeans and the smoke from the Mild Black and's
Girls can't shut the fuck up when we tracking
I'd search Internet, HYPEBEAST, I stayed tapped in
"What's that you wearing?" Niggas was always asking
Momma used to clean the tub with Ajax then
And I would hate the smell
I told her we'll be wealthy
I mean it, you'll see, maybe live in Chelsea
New York was always hard on me, but it was healthy
I'm a doctor with the grammar, I swear that I'm Kelsey
Surgical with this bitch, Jake
Fucking with me's a mistake
And I knew it how homies reacted to my first mixtape
I was working at Buffalo Wild Wings, it would get played
By the cooks in the kitchen, some older head said, "This kid straight"
Sung it and shook your wings in a bucket, BBQ Mesquite
Cops always fucked with us, always stopped us for nothing
Your skin dark, your surroundings is Southern
It's gon' be harder than others
I think that's partially where anger would come from
We spoke well, but had choppers that stutter
I wonder
I wonder if the devil is a judge
Locking niggas up
Locking niggas up, yeah
I wonder, if I tell her I'm in love
Would she let me cut
Would she let me cut, yeah
I wonder if I'm running out of luck
I don't believe in luck
Doing different stuff, yeah
I wonder, if I had a million bucks
Would I give a fuck
Would I give a