J/G - Theme Music (feat. Trap Pharaoh) Lyrics

Smoke me out now, me and mine just blew a half pound down
How bout, we pop off when they finish the count down
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 I'm tryna find the right amount now
Falling out of touch, I try to breathe, I'm bout to drown now, uh

This is my theme music
J.G. got a ring to it
If you listening then you can do it
I relate to you cause I been through it
Maybe liquor's gonna solve the problem
This is awesome, borderline an alcoholic
At the bottle bottom pour it out and flaunt it
My whole life, this is all I ever wanted
So bounce, bounce, this is finesse gang
Kill competition I'm covered in red stains
Future is odd so I'm feeling like Left Brain
Heart in your hands think it's causing me chest pain
This for every time they said I wasn't buzzing
This for every time they count me out the running
This for every time they told me I'd be nothing
This for every time I said I'm good and wasn't

Hot stuff, see you smoking weed got the top up
Not us, I can't see you tinted windows block us
Popped up, couldn't stop unless you got me locked up
I been in the game too long, I'm balling better watch us
Hot stuff, see you smoking weed got the top up
Popped up, couldn't stop unless you got me locked up

So throw me in a cell, taking pictures on my cell
Bout to send em to myself, hope the cops don't tell
I'm tryna get well, but I'm living in a hell
You the cash I'm the rubber band, no Miguel
I will never fall off, never let the dream die
Don't get between mine, he tried- the FBI
We could never be those guys we not designed
Top of my game I feel like six feet high
Uh, uh pour me some liquor
Sipping it straight I don't me no mixer
My girl got upset so I took her to dinner
That didn't work, but I bet this could fix her
Is the highest we can ever get?
I ain't celebrating cause I'm hesitant
Even though they telling me I'm heaven sent
Reap what you sow, take the benefits, like

Hot stuff, see you smoking weed got the top up
Not us, I can't see you tinted windows block us
Popped up, couldn't stop unless you got me locked up
I been in the game too long, I'm balling better watch us
Hot stuff, see you smoking weed got the top up
Popped up, couldn't stop unless you got me locked up

The 30 I grip and it stay on my hip
You know it gon hit, you get popped like a zit
I'm making hits while you out shooting bricks
J.G. with piff and he brought me a zip
Once I get to the lick, whole gang gon get a split
I'm gonna rob you and then I'm gon split
In my Hellcat, so you know I'm gon dip
I do the dash, so you know I go quick
I need the money, so I never quit
I need the fiends, so I can serve these bricks
I need the money, so I'm making hits
I need the fiends so they can get their fix
The diamonds they hit, smoking on cat piss
Shout out to Figz, he gon listen to this
My heart in the street and that cannot be fixed
My heart in the street and that cannot be fixed

Smoke me out now, me and mine just blew a half pound down
How bout, we pop off when they finish the count down
5, 4, 3, 2, 1 I'm tryna find the right amount now
Falling out of touch, I try to breathe, I'm bout to drown now