Lyrics:
Mama say slow down, but I'm all gas no brakes
I’m off so many drugs I can’t even feel my face
Woke up off a bean and I poured up an 8
Niggas want my
The other day I hit up my bro “Come to my show”
He asked if there’s a guest list and I said “no”
I asked why, then he’s like “yo, I’m kind of broke”
-Verse 1-
All I wanna know is why I’m feeling this pain,
Why does every mother fucker play these games,
We are not the same, you got the lord
I'm your captain
Welcome to my spaceship
In the past
I taught myself to fly it
Empire's on it's way to fuck us up
Gotta go lightspeed you better
quit capping
We know how you is
The shit that I’m rapping
The shit that I live
Verse 1
Yeah
I’m tired of you
Woah woah
Niggas goofy
Yeah
Still hungover when I roll out of bed
I drank enough to get my mind off of you yeah
And all your messages went over my head
I’m feeling like I got no
You wonder why Im out here
& I’m going so hard
Why going so hard...
—————
I’m Drippin these beads,
Why My haters impede,
I’m Hittin these leaves
They
Oh You Want Attention? Wanna Borrow Some Clout? I'm Not In The Mood I Think It's The Wrong Time For You To Be In The House Keep On Running Your Mouth
do/
I know you got some things going on/
(Yeah)
I know you think I’m with other hoes/
(Yeah)
And I got free time to prove you wrong/
(Yeah)
Let me/
Yeah
Living like an outcast
Always been about cash
Way back in the past
As a youngin' i would outmass
All you n*ggas simple
Feeling like i'm taking
C:
I’m riding out low key
I’m wilding out go OD
No nigga fucking with me
No nigga fucking with me
My ronins got it on me
I’m popping off on 3
I got
that’s right man I’ve got everything. My own house, shows sold out, got my name up in gold lettering. I’m on it. That’s right I’m on it. They said I
Stunting is a habit- syrup sippin like I’m David banner
No kitchen work because I grew up with some table manners, but the mechanics is my circle would
and more about the digits in my wallet, Only talking bout how to get rich I dont wanna discuss other topics
[Hook]
This year I’m coming with vengeance
My
Air Mags
Okayyy
Okayyy
My style is so vintage, vintage
Back to the future I'm still in it
That's back to gucci, don't you see me
Switching up my
VERSE 1
Ain’t no telling which direction that the words would take me
I’m just praying for Dubai though
A suite for a week that’s sweet just like
drippin.
Know that get you mad, how bad I’m wit it.
I just want the cash watch how i get .
Go get a Bag yeah I’m wit it.
Go get the cash yeah I’m wit it.
path
I'm dying to breath
My hands won't reach
My knees are weak
My heart is scarred
I Been on my knees
I pray for the peace
Put me at ease
Open the doors
c lot of visions
I still got a lot l'm missing
Hay awake a lot to learn
I take my pick
This was jotted as my vision diminished
Niggas plotting but I
toothpaste
But i keep it cool i pace i dont chase
Awe that condo yal was in was nice but he let me in his man cave
We had a 2 person rave
Matter fact I'm
training,
I’m getting youth strong, I’m droppin pounds,
Droppin bands, I’m droppin new songs
Paper weights hold the racks that i’m steering you can call it
I say to myself that this is overdosage
It can't be healthy to be going, going
Sick brain that goes to flowing
I'm staying stealthy but there's no
Dogpound I'm in the doghouse
Imma K9 its time to bite down
I'm bouta bark out
I'm just a dog now
Don't come to me correct
You get put in
Reminiscing on a mission
We was Bad Boys like Mike Lowry or the Pistons
Living in the present, it’s hard to be feeling gifted
That’s why I’m stuffing
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