Warning

I still I still gotta make it home

Riding with my dawg no matter what no matter he right or wrong

Residue on the top part of my cup lean in my styrofoam

All type of different colors in my bankroll they gotta get along

And that's facts namsayinn the money can't be arguing with the money

I might treat her like a queen if we vibe

Hustling through the week but I make church to pay my tithes

I might fail but never give up because at least I had tried

Keep driving in and out my life you gone need sum tires

And that's your warning

Have the time I'm living this shit but I don't enjoy it