Joe Flacco lyrics - Cam Meekins

Many selections, Some use pipes, others use injections

Smoke joints, I ain't worried 'bout tobacco

Duck texts let 'em pass like Joe Flacco

All I really need's friends, need's friends and

We do this every weekend, weekend, YEAH

Let me lay this beat real quick

What you think I can't flex on a slow beat

Watch the drop, then cop the watch

Now all these motherfuckers tryna compete

What it's like for a guy like me?

Work hard tryna make ends meet

By the end of the week, it's weak

Cause you right back, in the position you used to be

But, let me slow it down real slow

I just wanna let you know

That life ain't really that bad

In fact it's all gold

Don't sit around getting old

Go and get your paper, paper

Went around ain't doing shit for a young kid

Living around all these haters

Papers smoking, vapors choking, hope to see 25

Low-key zoning, floating, I don't know if I'm really alive

But it really is, I hate when they ask my ass like "Yo, what's up?"

I don't really know, just chill, this beat was never enough

Smoke joints, I ain't worried 'bout tobacco

Duck texts let 'em pass like Joe Flacco

Cause all I really need's friends, need's friends and

We do this every weekend, weekend, wassup?

[x2]

I got a date with Destiny, she never hit me though

I really just sit around and listen to the radio

Talk shows, cause I don't like that Pop Shit, that KBS (fuck you)

I hate the cops, cause all they want to do is arrest you (fuck you)

I'm tryna buy a drop, I hope that shit impress you

They say that time is money, and it's funny

Cause I'm hoping that I'm not too late

I'm taking too long to get out the festival

I know that God blessed you

Will he come to my rescue?

I think it's good to party

You say you down to ride

They say they comfortable

But, I think it's bad to lie

You went to school to learn, earn money, probably read

I went to school and learned to leave, in turn I burned the weed

I rap for 1%, none of you average cats

I'm tryna battle rap, I'm getting drunk of magic hats

What kinda tag is that dog, do you even draw?

Are we all criminals? Do we all follow the law?

So don't judge me cause I'm arrogant, my shoes are musty

Still my crew got love for me, and all these groupies wanna hug me

Dressing up like a druggie, dog, I don't need your money

Gave you your album, you recoup, now get the fuck away from me

I mean I know you love me

That's why you won't drop my ass

Cause when they need a hit

I throw it to 'em like Stockton pass

I say this not to brag, I really mean it though

I A&R my own shit, You fuckboys don't hear me though

If you see me in Boston drinking bottles on the stoop

Smoke a joint with your boy, keep it real with the dude

Don't try and play me like an idiot, I know the prices

My life is beautiful, I only got a couple vices

Smoke joints, I ain't worried 'bout tobacco

Duck texts let 'em pass like Joe Flacco

Cause all I really need's friends, need's friends and

We do this every weekend, weekend, wassup?

Shoutout to Brandun Deshay, for the beat