O'shea - September Lyrics

Movin so crazy
I been livin lazy
Spark another
Roll some mo
Call shorty chef some crazy
Eggs and bacon baby
It's 12:45
Put some mo on the side
Might have to take a plate please
Damn where I put my phone now
I been in a zone now
Rollin so long
That a nigga
Rolled a stone
Up On his phone
And grabbed some mo now
Talkin to his bros now
Watching videos now
Eyes been movin low now
His brother put his phone down
He pulled a instrumental up
He tryna spit an shit
He copped Masson
From down the street
My nigga feelin it
A nigga feelin it
I'm stuck myself
So ain't no way I get a sentence in
Then bro start sentencin
He talk about his shorty, he talk about a 40 , he talk about the shit
They used to talk about when they was kids
Watching rick and morty, or forty, the niggas on the 40
When he was rockin clinton portis on back of his jorsy
The 26 the glory
We rolled another now it's bron, mj or kobe
He told me bro i got a shorty on the way with shorty
Pop pop he told us wrap it up i shoulda known he told me
Now he got a shorty on the way
Workin every day
Wake up 6 to work from 8 to 8
He stayed at grandmas house it's half the distance from his house into the job
And now he livin out the box of Cheerios that grandma got
She still can chef a steak or two never has the time
I been tryna wine
Tryna sip some wine
I open up the lemonade
And open up my mind
Tryna find the time
To think about the times
That me and bro would talk about
Just being in the league
Used to pass for 3 and now we pass the tree
He hit a couple times
And then he passed it back to me
I ashe it on the tree
Ashe it on the tree