Stoner Pimpson - Woah Woah Lyrics

Still riding round with a strap under my shirt
Ion know if ima blessing or a curse
Still can't never trust no hoe woah woah
Stressing I just roll up dope woah woah
Might pour a 4,
My mama say she knew I was special I turned 4
I wanted to play with money and I ain't wanna play with toys
The life I live feel like I ain't really have a choice
I started making music, I ain't really have no voice for it
Played a few sports, just wanna pull up in a sport car
Used to be on punishment every time I got report card
Cuz my mama ain't care if I was in the streets long as I worked hard

I got regrets more than ya know
Remember I was broke
Member It was raining I was poor
Sleep in the cold
Keep heat in the heat
Tryna make some money started cleaning up the snow

I chase that green like I'm the packer
Me and myself we gotta pact see I was broke I can't go back
Even if I gotta sell some crack
I was in that field like ima tractor
She f*ck with me cuz im attractive
That Money come like ima magnet
I smoke this weed like ima addict
I stack my money in the attic
Even when I was younging
I had a real expensive habits
Never been too into fashion
Still the freshest in my class
I could teach them Niggas lessons
God just keep on giving blessings
Ain't no reason too be stressing

Still keep my weapon on me
Can't kick it with you this ain't tekken
Get to stepping
I got Stephen on me
2 techs feel like the ref was on me

Think about the way you did that shit burned me to the core
Ion wear my heart on sleeve I just leave all that on the floor
I made space for some improvements it's still room for a lil more
Tryna run me up some racks before I have a lil boy
I was down in the 4th, you was running up the score
But I think Kobe Jxrdan, they kept passing me the torch
I'm from Chicago bitch I'm not from Illinois
And I was trapping out the back so I ain't never jumped off the porch
Started rapping cuz my family needed bread and I'm the source
Do this for my nigggas niggas said I was the voice
Grew up in the streets like we ain't never had no choice
I can't never slack I keep that pistol in my shorts

I got regrets more than ya know
Remember I was broke
Member It was raining I was poor
Sleep in the cold
Keep heat in the heat
Tryna make some money started cleaning up the snow
Still riding round with a strap under my shirt
Ion know if ima blessing or a curse
Still can't never trust no hoe woah woah
Stressing I just roll up dope woah woah
Might pour a 4
My mama say she knew I was special I turned 4
I wanted to play with money and I ain't wanna play with toys
The life I live feel like I ain't really have a choice