Rich Harvin - Arizona Lyrics

Yeah, we out in Arizona, trappin' out the Corolla
Watchin' out for trolla, lookin' over my shoulder
Pushin' Midwest, the Rockies flew a bitch out to Boulder
Pockets lookin' buff, it's only gettin colder
Twelve, watchin my pack, we hit up Sarasota
Anyone knows we pushin' blues just like a baby stroller
Don't set no rules for a bitch if you can't control her
Put on my new suit, the new shoes, damn it, I was lookin' sharp
Collect calls from my mom, she landed back in Sharpes

She's callin' in to say I love you, how it was and even how it is
I got your name forever tatted on the inside of my wrist
I said Ma, when you get out, you better stay off the shit
You know the P.O. would be P.O.'d when he go to check your piss

You see that crack in your system, we go right through it again
Push your pills through the mail slots, right back over Grimm
Back in the state pen, just like an Nittany Lion
Sister said you changed your life, but I know Brittany lyin

At the end of it all, we all just livin', dyin
Pops called me up, like, when you goin' fly in?
I don't know, a couple days or so, after I'm done with my sin
Had to put on for my city, had to put up with my kin

I can tell you soft, come by the crib
We don't just shoot at cans
Say you can flip a pack to a million, what's your master plan
I flip this or that, coin to get the bands

Man gotta make money, money can't make a man
Yeah, yeah
Man gotta make money, money can't make a, uh
Money can't make a man

Man gotta make money, money can't make a man
Yeah, yeah
Man gotta make money, money can't make a, uh
Money can't make a man

Try to catch a payment on a Zelle app, but I was banned
Goofies talkin' mad shit at school, now they claimin' fam
Yeah, but now they're a fan
Smoked a blunt on the way, took a three-five to the face

Pushed a pack of white girl, whipped it up in front of the microwave
I can tell its pure, got expensive taste, Bobby Flay
Cook up in the kitchen, new skillet, I'm just tryna make
A million bands, put on for my fam

Quit servin' kilograms
Momma caught from lockup, like, don't become a killer, man
Man, yeah
Gave Herb the uppercut, cause he thought he had the upper hand

Off the record, of course, keep it off the stand
Left town, I swear that shit was gettin' dark
Made him wake up in his birthday suit in Liberty Park
Stripped him to look out for wires, did we we go too far

I never thought I'd see my dawg talk (dog bark)
This shit is an art, you find out if you f*ck with Harv
What's happenin'