Black Efron lyrics

[Intro]
I’ve been telling y’all n*ggas for years that JD
We usually run the whole thing back
Yeah
Calen

[Verse]
Woke up this morning, still slept on
Living at my brother house, working at a restaurant
I was supposed to blow up; the black Zach Efron
But everything is negative, life is an electron
Been a bad step-son, been a bad son too
Been a bad friend, I had no one you should run to
But if she trying to f*ck then believe it, she could come through
But then she crying telling me that she love me and I’m unmoved
I want to change for the better
I remember those days in the winter
When I ain’t have a room or a renter
So the front seat’s where I’m eating dinner
And I done had a couple bad habits because my parents had it
But death ain't really that scary when you starting at it
While every time is getting better I see paramedics
I heard shawty just died and she diabetic
You ain't the only one struggling
But you the one that can make your own struggle end
Everyday a new grind, homie, f*ck a plan
You ain't got to set goals when you setting trends
I got it all laid out for me
And all your lies played out shawty
I got pus*y at the crib waiting on the couch for me
Ass so fat I mighta rolled a whole ounce on it
Rolled a whole ounce on it (Rolled, rolled a whole ounce on it)
And I ain’t got no hook for this one cuz I’m stunting a lot
So don’t be coming to my shows if you ain't come to my spot
And if you ever did me wrong then I ain't never forgot
And I ain't hating I just work for everything that I got
My n*gga trust me
This life can get ugly
Like Michael gets Muggsy
The Bloods against Buffy
I used to live roughly, but now I sip bubbly
And b*tches want to f*ck me, my life just got lovely
But I been in the cut like a fade
Day and night, the boy been working like a slave
Cuz I need 20 b*tches in my crib like Flav
So I be on the clock when I just got paid
And n*gga I ain’t b*tch made
You b*tching like the b*tches do
And every time I look at you I swear I see a b*tch in you
Fake n*ggas always want to talk like the interview
Boy I got the game tied up like a tennis shoe
n*gga I been bouted ‘bout it
Back when I was down and outted
I was proud about it
Cuz I knew without a doubt It’d be major
Never put the pus*y over paper
It only make the money, never let the money make you
Five years a waiter, but I’ll serve you n*ggas later
I just burn another vega with my n*ggas for the haters
We been pushing out this labor
Like we ladies for these labels
We so motherf*cking major
I’m the motherf*cking greatest, n*gga
Calen