BadLuck - AVGJOE

Right My Wrongs- AVG JOE

Still With Ya

Statements

Wrong Things

Is it too much 
To get a FaceTime 
While I give my pillow some FaceTime 
I mean I been working 
Since the new years resolution 
I aint got time to be chasing after coochie 
Thanking God 
I aint in a institution lized 
I just wanna chant and dance 
Like hallelujah 
But to busy punching the clock 
Wac Arnold 
Busy In the booth spitting hot fire 
Dylon 
Guess its just me myself and I 
On no island 
No need to dry my eyes 
Im not crying 
No need to check the phone 
Im not dialing 
Im just 
Trippin on what I’m missing on 
Ya know 
Its that time of the month 
Spent too much time 
Factime ing with my blunts 
Trying to stack it up 
So a nigha don’t have to stunt 
When I ride by 
Know I bout it O miles off the concrete
Trying to tell them nighas that I’m hungry 
Why they trying to humble me 
Sometimes you got to go at it alone 
But this a hustlers ambition
Whatever I don’t got, I aint missing 
The nigha bought some shoes I got a nine 
A nigha bought a grill I bought a pound 
A nigha out of town I’m out a state 
But still get down 
With the crackers and veienaa sausages on the plate 
Still breaking bread
Still on they fucking head 
Still on the fucking beat 
Its like I’m always preaching when speak 
Its like I always dot my i’s and cross t’s 
Its like Im always in the front when I lead 
Its like 
Why I cant be an ordinary guy 
All ever wanted was some attention 
And my time 
But who the fuck am I 

Is it too much 
To get a FaceTime 
While I give my pillow some FaceTime 
I mean I been working 
Since the new years resolution 
I aint got time to be chasing after coochie 
Thanking God 
I aint in a institution lized 
I just wanna chant and dance 
Like hallelujah 
But to busy hugging the block with my click 
Like Fat Albert
Too busy up in some real shit 
Like Mike Lowry 
Bitches want to be the Kehlani 
To my Kyrie 
I dont fuck with too many nighas 
They aint Pippen or Rodman 
They don’t belong on the team 
Many lonely nights 
I swear that I was on death row 
Shit I gotta be Shug
When I’m pushing on petro 
I got a couple dreams in my head 
I cant let go 
I be moving shit, I aint gone stop 
If Simon says so 
Im living one life 
The other life I gotta pay for 
Gotta good heart 
But got to make sure a nigha stable 
I swear to God i aint no mutha fucking angel 
Got one in the chamber 
Working a hundred different angles 
Out here trying to make team mates out of strangers 
I don’t give a fuck if its dangerous 
I aint gotta explain shit 
Nighas on the  same shit 
Bitches on the same shit 
Im trying to be rich 
Fuck famous 

AyeQPart1

Flava

iQ -- Flava -AyeQPart1

You ask for a favor 
An they want a favor for favor 
So I don’t even borrow sugar or water 
From my neighbors 
These bitches I treat with penicillin 
These nighas I keep em’ at distance 
Never know where I be getting it 
I be on a mission 
Like I’m in the kitchen 
Whiping whiping 
Dropping that new addition 
This that can you stand the rain hoe 
Keep it cool, like cool C 
Keep it steady, like steady B
And I turn your scene into a murder 
What you aint heard of iQ
This nigha you riding with crazy 
And he bout that fast life 
You aint riding with miss daisy 
I don’t set trip 
I don’t take lip 
And I aint fucking with no bitch 
If my ex here 
Just to keep hundred 
Mind on my money 
But still take care of my homies 

So catch me in my car 
Smoked out 
Feeling like I’m the realest in the world, no doubt
So catch me in my car 
Receiving all these pictures from my girl, uhhh (master p voice)
So catch me in my car 
Smoked out 
Going 0 to 100 
I aint them nighas 
Nigha I’m that nigha 

So catch me in my car 
Smoked out 
Like how many swishes can he burn 
He almost lost it in the turn 
Got my nigha asking why you showing out 
I tell him this what I do whenever I'm going out 
Turbo in the thing I’m driving 
Make this shit illegal 
So im still riding hot 
Like back in the day, with my people 
With that boosie playing 
Cause Im a souf side superstar 
4’s on the trap car
A nigha don’t know how to act bra
Fucked up my last two packs bra 
Still jugging though 
Even though I know money don’t make the man 
But can’t tell me nothing 
When them hundreds in my hand 
So sh sh 
While I pop these bands 
While she on a hand stand 
And when I leave 
Might have to step in the light 
And jiggle a nigha keys 
Attracting so many birds, with these b’s 

So catch me in my car 
Smoked out 
Feeling like I’m the realest in the world, no doubt
So catch me in my car 
Receiving all these pictures from my girl, uhhh (master p voice)
So catch me in my car 
Smoked out 
Going 0 to 100 
I aint them nighas 
Nigha I’m that nigha 

iQ -- Smoked Out -AyeQPart1

The sirens outside going crazy 
Crazy, crazy 
And I aint never love no lady
Lady, Lady
But my momma
So them nighas actin' like bitches 
Better know I aint got no love for them 
I'll have them gone in the wind
Just like they Dixie 
Duke tell em' aint no telling 
What I'm doing when I'm on prescription 
You aint kidding 
When you mention, when I'm on prescription 
I be acting different 
And I aitn never told no bitch that I love her… 
Okay I'm lying 
But then I fucked her 
Now I aint never switched up on my brother
Lets keep it gutter 
We aint have no one else
We looked out for each other
Now who aint never been in no gangsta shit 
I still feel heat from all the muzzles
Fuck a struggle 
Its six deep and we gone hustle 
Ima put my fam on just like Im Russle 
Now watch a young nigha go and hustle
Im drinking this lean 
Im keeping it together like the seam on my jeans 
Eight gold rings 
Nigha im Shaba Shaba 
Love it when they call me Big Poppa 
Now what you know 
My team gone stay silent and take that fucking wrap 
All my nighas we fucking trap 
I learned the game right from my homie
Glod up 
Now he learning the game from me 
Thats what you do 
You become a wolf 
Put your nighas on 
And have them wolves look out for you 
I live that shit like its out the bible 
Its only right cause all my nighas  be claiming disciples 

The sirens outside going crazy 
Crazy, crazy 
And I aint never love no lady
Lady, Lady
So

Blow they brains out 
Leave that boy stupid 
Like 
Better know my gun never on safety
Cause when you need yo shyt
You gone need the shyt 
It aint in my glove box, or my back seat 
Its on me 
Wasn't raised on it 
But show looking like I came from it 
Cedar Groove, thats what I know
Thats what I claim homie 
Stack 3-1-8 then I bang on it 
They said that I'm a end up like my cousin 
Knew I was pose to be offended but nigha I started blushing 
Nine shots fuck it, its nothing 
If I go out like my cousin 
Im leaving everybody money 
Aint no shoes left in them shoe box
And I pulled open my boom box
And Im stashing it with cash n’shit
Im lowkey, and these mfs acting like they know me 
If you aint 42 I don’t fuck with you 
Don’t expect me to be smoking no blunts with you 
Its my Day 1’s with no substitutes 
If they get killed or go to jail 
Then I click small 
Cause we aint accepting no application here 
Hoes all on my dick all of sudden 
Im just trying to figure out the fascination 
I had money 
Don’t ever act like a nigha aint had noting 
But now I can go and sit right by the window 
Where I stay now murders aint accidental 

The sirens outside going crazy 
Crazy, crazy 
And I aint never love no lady
Lady, Lady

Sirens Outside

iQ -- Sirens Outside -AyeQPart1

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iQ -- CONVO WITH GOD -- AyeQPart2

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