The Professional E

Okay. Let's talk business. My lil homie settin' trends for the older heads. Money spent on good drugs, Mary still my oldest Friend. I been doin' this before my nigga Jimmy Owned a Benz. Pour another ounce up in my Cup before I go to bed. Pass that back. Roll over then she gave me Head. Got some good yola, but I'd rather eat These shrooms instead. Poppin' Xans, drinkin' mud, hope I don't wake up Dead. Five hundred in my pocket, I wake up with bread. Drug user, not a drug dealer. Pole sipper, I don't do liquor. Cinderella on my hoes like the shoe fit ya. She turned ho from a young stripper. She turned tricks for a real nigga. Five hundred in my pocket, I wake up with Bread. Five hundred in my pocket, Five hundred, five hundred. Lord knows that I'm dead wrong. She eighteen, but she feel grown. Five hundred in my pocket, I wake up with Bread. Five hundred in my pocket, Five hundred, five hundred. Hallucinating, but my mind's strong. She eighteen, but she feel grown. Now this some shit I never did before. Put it on my tongue and let that motherfucker Seep in slow. Sleepin' late, quarter after four. Thirsty hoes blowin' up my phone. Bitch, I'm not at home. Maybe I am, but my mind gone. Blood, I'm in another time zone. Hallucinating, but my mind's strong. She eighteen, but she feel grown. Lord knows that I'm dead wrong. But that won't keep her tongue out from my Hoes throat. Been six years, now she twenty-four. With six kids and she still a ho. They're finished. How old are you? Eighteen. Eighteen? Wanna see my license? No. You just look a little younger. Thanks. Five hundred. Five hundred in my pocket, five hundred. Lord knows that I'm dead wrong. She eighteen, but she feel grown. Five hundred in my pocket, I wake up with Bread. Five hundred in my pocket, Five hundred, Hallucinating, but mind's strong. She eighteen, feel See the sky