Feel Like A Laker

Let me talk my shit Going right in and I don't need no pen or no pad or no paper Smoking the room out inside of this bitch All you gone see is clouds coming up from the vapors I get it too live inside of this motherfucker nigga I'm probably gone wake up the neighbors Purple inside of my cup got this gold on my wrist Make me feel like a mother fucking laker Sitting inside of the studio Thinking back to all them days we was pulling of capers Now I just be in the studio Soon as I drop and y'all listen I collect my paper And they had did me so dirty way back in the day I couldn't even come ask for a favor But I bet that if you turn on yo tv a year or two Nigga you see me on cable Go get it in what I told all my niggas whenever it's going down We put his ass in the wind Now he can't come around playing again Shark in the water watch how I'm swimming I did this shit and I did it again And I can't worry about repercussions Told em said f*ck it take me to the pen Cause if it really go up then I'm bussing it I hit his head now he got a concussion Know you too young to be doing the shit that you doing I call that little nigga Mclovin And I don't gotta walk round 50 deep Cause it really a problem I'm calling my cousin Just got off the phone it aint none but love for him Told him this summer we bout to flood it Since I had dropped on the low I been buzzing They pointed t at me when they see me in public We jumping out at the light no discussion Say you was out there I know that you wasn't Hate a lil nigga like me cause I do what I want And I got all these niggas getting madder Make me just wanna go grab the v8 out the back And then punch on the gas going faster Watch when the opps here this They gone be saying that nigga be spazzing I found myself in the trap tryna go flip a pack Cause I ain't pay attention in classes Just got a brand new glock inn Aim it lets see who the fastest Hit him up know that his brother the saddest Maddest I get them chips and then stash em Niggas just mad that we passed em Going right in and I don't need no pen or no pad or no paper Smoking the room out inside of this bitch All you gone see is clouds coming up from the vapors I get it too live inside of this motherfucker nigga I'm probably gone wake up the neighbors Purple inside of my cup got this gold on my wrist Got me feel like a mother fucking laker Sitting inside of the studio Thinking back to all them days we was pulling of capers Now I just be in the studio Soon as I drop and y'all listen I collect my paper And they had did me so dirty way back in the day I couldn't even come ask for a favor But I bet that if you turn on yo tv a year or two Nigga you see me on cable