Blue Strip Pablo - Yours Truly

Really ain't no way around it
Gotta go and get it bottom line ima a thousand
All that smoking tricking on them bitches
sippig liquor with yo niggas ain't equating to no chicken
On my way to the stu blowing woods lane switching
Game tight living like no breaks in it
Early morning turn into late nights when I get it
See me cookin tell me who gon do the dishes my nigga
Plenty nights momma couch and my back still hurt
Tried a 9 to 5 and shit that didn't work
Flip a couple packs that'll get me back
For them dollars know we 10 toes down till my back on dirt
Momma tell baby keep the faith
Brodie said he got like 30 plates
Tried to talk to god but I had to leave a message wrong step
I may see em face to face
Momma praying till this day
Hoping big man still listen
Favoritism when I look at my reflection
I can't change it I don't stress
People come and go be gone in seconds
Got my circle and out here givin pressure
I can't change it I don't stress it
Nah u cant move prynce baby
I done been thru this baby
Now I'm on a whole different time on some new shit baby
Your truly big blue strip baby

Written by:
Joshua Torres

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