Cellphonejunkies lyrics

[Intro]
It's 5:30 in the morning, man (1900 Block)
How the f*ck I been asleep? I ain't been asleep, yeah
Cellphonejunkies, my sh*t ringin', man
I ain't gon' lie, that's on God
1900 Block

{Verse]
Extended clips on the floor if I want a problem (Problem)
Really standin' on the field like I'm Ant' Rogers (Swore)
Heard that got robbed, he ain't did sh*t (sh*t)
Clitoris between his legs, treat him like a b*tch (Like a b*tch)
PSA, broke better get a fix (Broke ass)
I remember, I was thirteen tryna bust a lick (Lick)
Pocket like a cemetary, I got dead presidents
Smoking on obituary, rollin' dead opps
Before I drove foreign whips, I was on the city bus
Broke as f*ck, on my di*k, had to run that sh*t up
The only way I'm rappin' if I get in with a firearm (Firearm)
[?] fitted up, I swear to God I got that sh*t on (On God)
[?], all I got is a lil' arm and hammer
Run into that f*ckin' money like I'm Barry Sanders
I remember eatin' ramen noodles on a blow up bed
Thirty-dollar [?], baby momma, she gon' let me f*ck (f*ck)
In the trap with that dog, I got puppy [?]
Twenty-eight gram, beat the dope like a step-child (Step-child)
Thirteen years old on the block, skippin' middle school
Lyin' in the jungle, young, I've been runnin' wild (Oh)
Make yo' ho slide, di*k her down, then I kick her out (Kick her out)
NFL 'bout that money, I been on the route
She wanna eat this di*k on live for a lil' clout (Yeah, ho)
She wanna eat this di*k on live for a lil' clout
(She wanna be famous)