24! Lyrics

I want the finest things like i'm 24, Kobe, with the finest rings and shit, "ceremonies"

I Couldn't win your championship damn, i'm fozzy

But, still got shooters, like Roddy, Scottie, Pippen on me

I know some cops that did us foul, shitty homies

I still got hoes that I fuckin' miss, "whore - a - monies"

And, we just all need some fucking saving, no I aint stokeley

But, I just "X" away all my issues, all on my lonely

Excuse me for all of my issues Monie, and all of my problems

I know that you deeply appal me

I ain't like none of the drugs, none the applausing

I let my habits fold to others, guess i'm the causing

I'm an All Star nigga, bitch, I ain't Chauncey

But, I can't fold for the paper, nah I ain't stopping

And, lean & liquor my double cup

And, I don't want us to end on a bad note but I guess

I ran outta luck

But, I don't give no fuck-

Ha, ha

Man, I don't give no fuck, heh-

Yeah, I give a fuck-

I really gave a fuck

I really gave a hm, hm

And, bitch i'm crashing out

I don't really give a fuck about the hoes, the goals

And the rowdy shit, nigga

(Aye, aye,) Seen me off them drugs, she rowdy and shit, nigga

Snake me out up all of my pockets and shit, I guess that figures

Spinnin' up off the drugs, R.I.P to Miller

You shot me wit' love 'lil bitch, R.I.P to Killa

I'm Tee to the motherfuckin' Jaay, my Bandz ain't spent up

Ain't been the same since the pen

Since the kennel

Huh, huh

I want the finest things like i'm 24, Kobe, with the finest rings and shit, "ceremonies"

I Couldn't win your championship damn, i'm fozzy

But, still got shooters, like Roddy, Scottie, Pippen on me

I know some cops that did us foul, shitty homies

I still got hoes that I fuckin' miss, "whore - a - monies"

And, we just all need some fucking saving, no I aint stokeley

But, I just "X" away all my issues, all on my lonely

Excuse me for all of my issues Monie, and all of my problems

I know that you fucking appal me

I ain't like none of the drugs, none the applausing

I let my habits fold to others, guess i'm the causing

I'm an All Star nigga, bitch, I ain't Chauncey

But, I can't fold for the paper, nah I ain't stopping