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Jelly Roll

Too Sober

 

Too Sober

(Album: Goodnight Nashville - 2018)


Hey who got my lighter? Rolling up
Starlito, man, I'm too sober for this
I'm too sober for this shit
I'm too sober for this shit
Ight, Starlito

I've been collecting guns since election night
Withdrawing all my funds since I finally got my credit right
Might be a little excessive, yeah, I guess you right
Last time I got pulled over I got read my rights
Nine on my waistline because life on the line like every night
Met one of my plugs at a Mayweather fight (True story)
Yo, homie doing time and you ain't sending kites?
Checked his charges, wow they got him doin ten twice
This shit systematic, shit the rapping just as bad
We used to glorify kingpins now its switched to addicts
I spent a 50 last week, my nigga just on taxes
They kill me its gonna be a revolution, Christopher Savage
My uncle used to take them bags and hide that shit in the attic
At my mamas house with bricks and they had different stashes
Unc always told me "Don't go prison or the Army"
I got rich and never did, my president just retarded
Don't even get me started, the streets they me turned heartless
Still one of the realest, for real, for real, regardless
Got me feelin like a bondsman with how my niggas be catching charges
How come this bitch ain't made it here yet with our cigars?

I'm too sober for this shit
I'm too sober for this shit
How I'm too sober for this shit
How I'm too sober for this
I'm too sober for this shit
I I'm too sober for this shit
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

I've been staying to myself lately, if ain't the family
Trying to make out on top like I'm Payton Manning
Same dude with the same flow, and he hot
Yeah, the same Roll, first they love you then they hate you
Fuck 'em all 'cause that's just how the game goes
Ion give a fuck bout a bank roll (Naw)
I ain't even wear no jewelry (I don't)
Just wanna make sure my folks never have to wait on a verdict from a jury (That's real)
Whiskey drankin,' pill popping
I must admit, I got a real problem. Doctor said I gotta quit drinking
I told him that's a unreal option
Pop one and I feel awesome, immune to 'em, I don't feel loses. Police besides us, if they get behind then we all know that it will cost us (Amen)
I'm tryna be a better person, but I feel like its barely working (God please)
I've done carried crosses and carried burdens

I'm too sober for this shit
I'm too sober for this shit
How I'm too sober for this shit
How I'm too sober for this
I'm too sober for this shit
I I'm too sober for this shit
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Standing tall while I'm popping off six shots (Six shots)
Tryna feed me mama and baby
Neck shit, comin straight in her mouth no babies
I was servin niggas straight daily
You was givin nigga shake like a tazer
Tryna bake a brick like a pastry
P.O. still want me stable in the station
Soon as this steady rap shit start payin
She want me jump-suited no blazer
Ever since I grind on my patience
I beat cases, lost some, went to jail and I beat faces
Lost none cause she Ali the Greatest
When I pop one, pussy you don't pop nothin you get popped up
Too much water on my wrist (Drip)
Hold on slip, hydroplane protect (Drip)
She gonna fall in love with the set (Drip)
Bel Rd 6, catch the sauce when it drip
She fell in love with the Product and turned her to a shopper
She don't need no help
She pull soda out her pocket, a spoon and a lighter she cook it herself (Don't need no help, ayy)
I'm in a trap where the kids live
Paper off them dirty dishes
My conscious ain't fuckin with this shit

I'm too sober for this shit
I'm too sober for this shit
How I'm too sober for this shit
How I'm too sober for this
I'm too sober for this shit
I I'm too sober for this shit
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

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