Ft. Freddie Gibbs & Problem
[Intro]
What?
Yea
What?
[Hook]
Baby J in my life
I’m tryna get that
Either the wrong or the right
Whatever but I’m still wid it
Baby J in my life
I’m tryna get that
Either the wrong or the right
Whatever but I’m still wid it
Whatever but I’m still wid it
[Verse]
Half a pill for the turn up
Marijuana aroma, block as hot as Tacoma
Coppers hittin’ the corner
Baby mamas is textin’
Met me a new bitch now baby mamas is stressin
Schoolin, come get the lesson
Take a note for yo blessings
Even if you do it better you gave all this fluorescent
Lights, I’m on Compton
Flights cus I’m smoking good
Yea I’m livin life to the fullest, yea
100 million cus I motherfuckin chose a beat
Now it’s finally the way it’s supposed to be
Cut around with the brick, spinnin low for me
And bitch you can’t hide less you buy a gold roll for me
What?
[Hook]
Baby J in my life
I’m tryna get that
Either the wrong or the right
Whatever but I’m still wid it
Whatever but I’m still wid it
Wid it
Whatever but I’m still wid it
Wid it
Whatever but I’m still wid it
[Verse]
Look, I’m focused
Hustling til I get deaf
Chasin after this paper, get to it, like I won’t get enough
Robert with this dinero like out on you just said it
Stop it, I’ll interrupt yo bitchy ass from textin shit F’s
In the streets like a flashlight,
Haters mad that I sign on em
I hear they takin made but they dinner when I put mind on em
Touchdown and put that fine on em
3 back, really recline on em
As chess be to they checkers, never rush, I take my time on em
I hear they talkin down
Probably cus I’m too high above niggas
I tell em suck my dick
No second guessing, ain’t no love nigga
When they don’t bite my dick, tell em to kiss my ass
Now watch I kill em everyday like it’s my last
[Hook]
Baby J in my life
I’m tryna get that
Either the wrong or the right
Whatever but I’m still wid it
Whatever but I’m still wid it
Wid it
Whatever but I’m still wid it
Wid it
Whatever but I’m still wid it
[Verse]
Every day I’m smoking super bong
Yea, lessons in it, my recliner down
Thousands of people lined up just to see the nigga ball
Fall out today, I reload it, pay for it many times
Clocking by the hour, guns gun for powder
When we get it started we if we in it, that nigga sour
That bitch think I’ma rob er, her bitches just won’t allow er
But if I kept you out baby pussy gon get devoured
Pay them, getting many, I keep a cold ass bitch
Maybe cut some niggas off, they was on for hoe ass shit
Hurt my heart, I bust some niggas, I used to throw that away
Now I ain’t got shit to give it there but 44 grams bitch
[Hook]
Baby J in my life
I’m tryna get that
Either the wrong or the right
Whatever but I’m still wid it
Whatever but I’m still wid it
Wid it
Whatever but I’m still wid it
Wid it
Whatever but I’m still wid it
