Stick On Me Lyrics

Aye, hella stank on me

Cause I'm smoking my paper

I spend my whole check on some kush for the hater

They depend on me

I keep my eyes on the table

Drifting for one second, then this turns into a fable

It dawned on me

I don't need me a label

Independent till I die unless it's J. Cole

I say so

A hundred mil

I'ma get it if I'm able

Being on the screens like it's the 90's

And I'm cable

I keep that stick on me

Bitch we hunting for paper

Spend my check on weed

Cause we roll up the haters

Ain't no fantasy

How we see our dreams come true

Steady counting greens and blues

Funny they ain't believe in you

I keep that stick on me

Bitch we hunting for paper

Spend my check on weed

Cause we roll up the haters

Ain't no fantasy

How we see our dreams come true

Steady counting greens and blues

Funny they ain't believe in you

They ain't believe in you

They ain't believe in me

I bought another tree

And got to work on me

Steady grinding beats

Another week with ease

But that's just all we do

Cause that's just all we need

They ain't believe in you

They ain't believe in me

I bought another tree

And got to work on me

Steady grinding beats

Another week with ease

But that's just all we do

Cause that's just all we need

Baby girl why you working with that coat on

Baby girl how you working with the coat on

Cruisy tha Juney, aye

Always knew I'd be a real one

How could I can't

With my Pop a real go-getter

And my Momma a saint, yuh

Everybody eats

How they being stingy with they plate, uh

Fucking with the fam

I ain't asking no questions

I pull up and blank

Gotta touch a mil 'fore it's lights out

Lil' country town

Tryna climb out

I just kept a hundred

Ain't got too much shit to lie about

I just want to ride out

In a Studebake

Crib right next to a lake

Uh

Make sure you make good decisions

You fuck up your life with a few mistakes

Yeah

Feeling like mobsters

Me and the plug on a business date

We was just laughing how stupid we was

Moving dope on the interstate

I only listen to real bosses

I just pray it resonates

It's getting harder to feel the love

Easy to feel the hate

That's why I snuck the pole in

I don't need no more friends

It ain't no folding

Gotta get it

Rillas know my slogan

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Put that chronic smoke in the air

Gravel Goons iconic

They shit is miopic

It don't compare

And Axxel the evil genius in his lair

And Diamondback the master vibe

Holy Grail

And Cruisey a rockstar with the flare

You rillas better take a seat go grab a chair

(La, la, la, la, la, la)

Yeah

Hustling 'till I'm eighty

I been up

And I've been down bad crazy

Real soldiers always gon get back on they feet

Mafioso

Cosa nostra

Beat sounding how it's 'posed to

Beef getting roasted

To force an explosion

Blaouw

And them dummies blow the clip off at the crowd

But they ain't hit they target

Got the momma and her child

Life is foul, shit

Yeah, and when I'm up lonely late at night

Girl your number gets dialed

And I'm puffing this loud

Thinking I gotta stay down, yeah

If you wanna build a skyscraper

You gotta start from the ground, yeah

You gotta create your own buzz

Gotta have your own sound, yeah

You gotta prove that you got heart

Wild'n at the show down