Theme Music (feat. Trap Pharaoh)

Smoke me out now, me and mine just blew a half pound down How bout, we pop off when they finish the count down 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 I'm tryna find the right amount now Falling out of touch, I try to breathe, I'm bout to drown now, uh This is my theme music J.G. got a ring to it If you listening then you can do it I relate to you cause I been through it Maybe liquor's gonna solve the problem This is awesome, borderline an alcoholic At the bottle bottom pour it out and flaunt it My whole life, this is all I ever wanted So bounce, bounce, this is finesse gang Kill competition I'm covered in red stains Future is odd so I'm feeling like Left Brain Heart in your hands think it's causing me chest pain This for every time they said I wasn't buzzing This for every time they count me out the running This for every time they told me I'd be nothing This for every time I said I'm good and wasn't Hot stuff, see you smoking weed got the top up Not us, I can't see you tinted windows block us Popped up, couldn't stop unless you got me locked up I been in the game too long, I'm balling better watch us Hot stuff, see you smoking weed got the top up Popped up, couldn't stop unless you got me locked up So throw me in a cell, taking pictures on my cell Bout to send em to myself, hope the cops don't tell I'm tryna get well, but I'm living in a hell You the cash I'm the rubber band, no Miguel I will never fall off, never let the dream die Don't get between mine, he tried- the FBI We could never be those guys we not designed Top of my game I feel like six feet high Uh, uh pour me some liquor Sipping it straight I don't me no mixer My girl got upset so I took her to dinner That didn't work, but I bet this could fix her Is the highest we can ever get? I ain't celebrating cause I'm hesitant Even though they telling me I'm heaven sent Reap what you sow, take the benefits, like Hot stuff, see you smoking weed got the top up Not us, I can't see you tinted windows block us Popped up, couldn't stop unless you got me locked up I been in the game too long, I'm balling better watch us Hot stuff, see you smoking weed got the top up Popped up, couldn't stop unless you got me locked up The 30 I grip and it stay on my hip You know it gon hit, you get popped like a zit I'm making hits while you out shooting bricks J.G. with piff and he brought me a zip Once I get to the lick, whole gang gon get a split I'm gonna rob you and then I'm gon split In my Hellcat, so you know I'm gon dip I do the dash, so you know I go quick I need the money, so I never quit I need the fiends, so I can serve these bricks I need the money, so I'm making hits I need the fiends so they can get their fix The diamonds they hit, smoking on cat piss Shout out to Figz, he gon listen to this My heart in the street and that cannot be fixed My heart in the street and that cannot be fixed Smoke me out now, me and mine just blew a half pound down How bout, we pop off when they finish the count down 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 I'm tryna find the right amount now Falling out of touch, I try to breathe, I'm bout to drown now