For The Low Testo

I wish I could live in a fantasy world
Where everything is just make believe
Streak Desperado
Yeah

Wake up think to myself 'bout how I’m gon make some dough (Woah, woah)
See me, I move a lil' different, I don’t call every nigga my bro (No, no)
Kush got me so high and it’s lit 'cause I got it for the low (Woah, woah)
I blow 3 Os with your ex then I slash like tic tac toe (Yeah, yeah)
Wait, wait (Wait), big money back in it (Woop) Old thing still tripping (Oop)
New thing still tripping (Oop)
Blessings fallin', still sinning (Yeah)
I’m sorry God, I’m not finished (Nah)
I got a bag and my bro got a bag, that’s what I call twinning (Hey)

I think I wanna move to Cali' (Brrt), a nigga feel like LeBron (Swish)
Wife a nice lil' dime who got a thang from behind (Yeah, swish)
Sometimes I wanna die (Yeah), then I be like "never mind" (Hey)
Let me see the boy shine (Woop), make all go blind
Purple all in my raw (Yeah), heavy hitter Ray Lewis (Ooh)
I don’t like to make excuses (Nah), if you talk too much you get muted (Ah)
Your girlfriend got recruited (Yeah), and you the only one to blame (Ah)
Now I got her in a New Jersey (Woah), and she play SouthSide game (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
The way these blessings keep falling (Yeah), it feel like outside rain (God damn)
I died then came back to life (Woah), this that Jon Snow reign (Hey)
Khalessi come fuck with the kid, the nigga you with smoking mids, plus he a bitch
We was out ducking from pigs, plotting on out to get rich
I’m tired as shit, I’m tired of niggas and hoes
I only hang out with goats, plus they my bros You like to chill with the snakes, you are who you be with most
That’s how it goes, I’m only here for the bag
Do my 1-2 then I’m ghost
Y’all do the most, no I do not mean to boast
But I call the shots I’m the coach (Yeah, woah)

Wake up think to myself 'bout how I’m gon make some dough (Woah, woah)
See me, I move a lil' different, I don’t call every nigga my bro (No, no)
Kush got me so high and it’s lit 'cause I got it for the low (Woah, woah)
I blow 3 Os with your ex then I slash like tic tac toe (Yeah, yeah)
Wait, wait (Wait), big money back in it (Woop)
Old thing still tripping (Oop)
New thing still tripping (Oop)
Blessings fallin', still sinning (Yeah)
I’m sorry God, I’m not finished (Nah)
I got a bag and my bro got a bag, that’s what I call twinning (Hey)

Ooh, there did you dream?
Home in the hills
When you wake up with blue skies
Everyday (Everyday)