Table - Berner, Styles P, ScHoolboy Q

Just a week ago

Everything was sweet

I’m losing close friends

Money ain’t shit

I’m sick of greed

I lit the weed then I crack the bottle

Will I see tomorrow?

I let it all for my daughter and my babby momma

Sketchy drug deals got me here today

Pocket full of seeds chopping trees down in Uruguay

We go to jail I piss a year away

They don’t see the value in life

Shit, I’m here to stay

I fucked around I’m bout to gun show

Indore for the head sell all the sun grown

Remember where you come from

'Cause acting brand new that ain’t something you can run from

Shits changing yeah I’m still crazy

Fuck the world that’s how I feel lately

Yeah, put a couple joints in the air

I’m riding slow through the city in a brand new McClaren

A lot of money on the table

Will I make it or not?

A whole lot of money on the table

They say I’m worth more death than when I’m alive

A lot of money on the table

Will I make it or not?

A whole lot of money on the table

They say I’m worth more death than when I’m alive

They say real niggas never die

Word to my weed I’m forever high

Money on the table some set aside

Been stop banging put my set aside

Probably out touring

Money on the dining room table that’s Ralph Lauren

Smoke on the kitchen, table more on the counter top

I’m not around a lot

I’m touching pounds alot

Probably in the foreign

Me without weed is the Fugees without Lauryn

The movie without a star

A speaker without a forum

Niggas don’t feel me, fuck it I just ignore them, nigga

A full saver in a digi scale

Two lawyers on deck if you’ve been to jail

Money machine and the automatic

Money on the table and that mansion and we all can have it

Deuce

A lot of money on the table

Will I make it or not?

A whole lot of money on the table

They say I’m worth more death than when I’m alive

A lot of money on the table

Will I make it or not?

A whole lot of money on the table

They say I’m worth more death than when I’m alive

What’s there when you pop but gone when you not

Your homies ain’t solid, keep explaining to cops

The weed man won’t pick up the phone now

And every now and then you duck where you hang out

Three homies from your childhood memories timed out

You get addicted to sliding slapping the five in

The streets was our fathers

Needed the Bentley low mileage

Couldn’t get it in college, we learned

The struggle make my appreciate every dollar I earned

I love to see my mother’s face when I tell her to splurge

I did that, chauffeur my daughter in my Maybach

That take me back to when we new jack

And different colour food stamps

But now I hurt the burner with style

And now I got Peruvian couch, nigga

In that terranean house

And how the millions come with an out

You feel me?

A lot of money on the table

Will I make it or not?

A whole lot of money on the table

They say I’m worth more death than when I’m alive

A lot of money on the table

Will I make it or not?

A whole lot of money on the table

They say I’m worth more death than when I’m alive