Isaiah Rashad - Weak Shit Pt II lyrics

Look, I get this money
I'm ice grilling with my smiling faces
Hey bro, respect
But I ain't looking for no fucking Daytons
I need a Bentley, a beamer
So when we stuck in traffic
Ain't gotta wonder why them coppers
Want to run our plates
And I'm from the city of the
'Nooga with the Ruger bomb
That rat tat tat, that black on black
That boy done killed your mom
That kid been chilling on the porch
Oh look they killed the son
That baby there just give some time
And it could feel your bond
Sometimes I feel like I'm the
Best these niggas never heard
And I don't need no punchlinеs
Just to feel my words i pray to god
I never focus on what I desеrve
That still don't make a nigga jiggy
If you get it first
See, I've been riding in this
Honda for too many summers
And there's too many bitches living
To be baby mommas
I think my nigga steady gripping
Get wrapped up in drama
Because he hang from my sisters
Like a fucking comma

Alright, now riding by myself
Tell my momma I'll be straight
Tell my bitch to have my back and
Tell my money don't be late
Niggas think I'm selling crack
I've been in and out of state
Bitch asked me how I'm doing, I said "hoe
I'm doing great" bitch
Alright, now riding by myself
Tell my momma I'll be straight
Tell my bitch to have my back and
Tell my money don't be late
Niggas think I'm selling base
I've been in and out of state
Bitch asked me what it do and I said "hoe
I'm doing great"