"Roomates" lyrics
I got felons for roommates
Pay the rent with drug money
I got killers for roommates
Pay the power bill with blood money
Bitch talkin' 'bout funerals some birthdays
B-days don't matter no more, how you turn on your court dates?
I wish lil' Marcus was still breathing
How long after you die 'til you stop grieving?
Bro nineteen, on his fortieth birthday, he'll be a free man
We'll never wanna catch a DB even though we playin' defense
You know every move I make, every tool I take
There's not a second I ain't tryna survive
Can't believe you told, that only means you dead
[?] in my head but you ain't alive
Young nigga in a Dawn
Came from home invasions
Gave 'em felony murder 'cause his brother died
His momma ain't visit him one time
And the time I gave 'em time out my [?]
Tell me, how you feel about me? Wanna fuck you with your crew
Tell me, how you feel about me pourin' nothing less than a deuce?
Tell me, that you sent a junkie to the pharmacy too
Tell me, that you sent a crackhead in a Walgreens too
We was fighting fed cases
Took a plea, he was tired of waiting
She had a bag, and she fumbled it
In Alabama, I'm as big as Saban
I won't recruit her
I got bros who really need appeals, but they ain't tryna do Percs
I got felons for roommates
Pay the rent with drug money
I got killers for roommates
Pay the power bill with blood money
Bitch talkin' 'bout funerals some birthdays
B-days don't matter no more, how you turn on your court dates?
I wish lil' Marcus was still breathing
How long after you die 'til you stop grieving?
Bro nineteen, on his fortieth birthday, he'll be a free man
I know that you got Codeine in you
I know you got the medicine in you
I know that you got opium in you
I know you got a blind heart in you
I know that you got street smarts in you
Don't rat, I know you got some years in you
Don't rat, I know you got a dime in you
Don't tell, I know you got a dub in you
Don't tell, I know your children you need to tend to
But these the streets, you knew what you was getting yourself into
Pay the rent with drug money
I got killers for roommates
Pay the power bill with blood money
Bitch talkin' 'bout funerals some birthdays
B-days don't matter no more, how you turn on your court dates?
I wish lil' Marcus was still breathing
How long after you die 'til you stop grieving?
Bro nineteen, on his fortieth birthday, he'll be a free man
We'll never wanna catch a DB even though we playin' defense
You know every move I make, every tool I take
There's not a second I ain't tryna survive
Can't believe you told, that only means you dead
[?] in my head but you ain't alive
Young nigga in a Dawn
Came from home invasions
Gave 'em felony murder 'cause his brother died
His momma ain't visit him one time
And the time I gave 'em time out my [?]
Tell me, how you feel about me? Wanna fuck you with your crew
Tell me, how you feel about me pourin' nothing less than a deuce?
Tell me, that you sent a junkie to the pharmacy too
Tell me, that you sent a crackhead in a Walgreens too
We was fighting fed cases
Took a plea, he was tired of waiting
She had a bag, and she fumbled it
In Alabama, I'm as big as Saban
I won't recruit her
I got bros who really need appeals, but they ain't tryna do Percs
I got felons for roommates
Pay the rent with drug money
I got killers for roommates
Pay the power bill with blood money
Bitch talkin' 'bout funerals some birthdays
B-days don't matter no more, how you turn on your court dates?
I wish lil' Marcus was still breathing
How long after you die 'til you stop grieving?
Bro nineteen, on his fortieth birthday, he'll be a free man
I know that you got Codeine in you
I know you got the medicine in you
I know that you got opium in you
I know you got a blind heart in you
I know that you got street smarts in you
Don't rat, I know you got some years in you
Don't rat, I know you got a dime in you
Don't tell, I know you got a dub in you
Don't tell, I know your children you need to tend to
But these the streets, you knew what you was getting yourself into
