Emeritus - Joey Fatts

Smoking to help with this paranoia

Plotting hard, shit, I gotta get this bread

So we on the block, niggas grinding 'round the clock

‘Cause I ain’t got a fucking place to lay my head

I got a couple ounces, tryin' to stay up out the feds

I got a couple foes that would love to see me dead so I stash chrome

And that bitch ready to blow like a saxophone

Until you leave them sacks alone I’m here to ransack your home

I want it all, nice jewelry and exotic cars

Shit, I pray to God but till that come, I’m moving hard

Always plot and scheme ‘cause we got dreams of living large

Never play ball but I’m the hood shooting guard

Prison calls from my niggas upstate

Screaming, «Fuck the DEA,» I hope to see y’all one day

Yeah we straight, niggas still trapping on the one way

With the seven, turn a heated nigga to a cold case

Should be in school, instead we on the block

Should wanna be a lawyer but instead we want a drop

Can’t get a nine to five, so we slinging rocks

A couple ounces and a Glock and my niggas is all I got

Should be in school, instead we on the block

Should wanna be a lawyer but instead we want a drop

Can’t get a nine to five, so we slinging rocks

A couple ounces and a Glock and my niggas is all I got

Time is money, nigga, so pay attention

Certified in these streets, you niggas paid admission

Youngins chopping rocks before they learn to write a sentence

I can’t complain, I’m gettin' change and this the life I’m given

I be chillin', sippin', with one to five bitches

Now I’m really pitchin', leave that to my side women

A fo' fo' on vogues so now a nigga tippin'

187 with the paper, tryin' to make a killin'

They tell me I’m the next big thing

I’m just excited that I get to think with big things

Is it Versace or the mink under Cuban links?

Bitches fucking with me don’t even get to greet

Stand up guy, nigga, take a seat

Before these shells release and put holes in your fleece

Gangsta, like Chucks and dickies with a crease

All my niggas in the streets, my nigga, to say the least, what’s up?

Should be in school, instead we on the block

Should wanna be a lawyer but instead we want a drop

Can’t get a nine to five, so we slinging rocks

A couple ounces and a Glock and my niggas is all I got

Should be in school, instead we on the block

Should wanna be a lawyer but instead we want a drop

Can’t get a nine to five, so we slinging rocks

A couple ounces and a Glock and my niggas is all I got