Lyrics:
Young nigga in the fast lane
Got the cash mayne
Getting money is the campaign
Not the last thing
Held it down
Now my grass green
Can’t be slacking
incase you were passin' by
It's hard to recognize me now
Bad black coffee tastes so good when you're around
I climb the steps passed cigarettes, where
ethics
Insomnia and hard work, they make me restless
I can't remember the last time that I slept in, time is precious
I been acting like an asshole if its
left him for dead
Hollow on the tip we gon knock out yo dreads
Bagging up the green pack it up by the sled
Painting on the walls make an opp house turn
see me round
No Lamez
Before you step up in this car
Just know you got assisted aim
Wont play no games
Last nigga got caught up by this opp he had
green gone get me fly
How you not with the vibes
Staying lit until till we die
Step in puddles with my kicks
In these streets
Whips with no whips
Zoning
Excuse me
I'mma need you to step back
Real quick
This is a full clip
Don't shake my hand
I ain't getting shook out here
Been the man with the plan
a king, yeah, I mean
Got this green and got ya girl, no referral by the end of the night
It's back to the office, know you couldn't off this grind
Off this
with the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, don't sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the reach,
on rims and tires
Do you really wanna
Show me what you got
In the club or in the parking lot
Back it up shake it fast and make it last
Until I finish this
Shordy got no class
On the gram see her whole ass
Think she cute but it won't last
No such thing as a hoe pass
Told a bitch 'watch', no Rolex
I peep
so many peers, and shed so many tears
Now that I'm strugglin' in this business, by any means
Label me greedy gettin' green, but seldom seen
country online gang
Shoutout to the greens, I'm talkin all ya veggies and cash and more
Bust out on the scene, surrounded by never ending open doors
I'll
in a tall glass,
is lunacy, madness, and I ain't on no badness
But in this point in time I can't take no backward steps (Uh-uh)
I like crisp, green
in a tall glass,
is lunacy, madness, and I ain't on no badness
But in this point in time I can't take no backward steps (Uh-uh)
I like crisp, green
with the last of my breath
Follow, follow, my kids!
No, don't sin in my steps!
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the reach,
[Technique]
By dawn's early light
I shine brighter than the stars in the night
And 'bout ready for a fight
Come noon, I've consumed enough
to the shot callers in O'
And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step
My homie buried at an early age hustled to death
His last breath, a lesson
to the shot callers in O'
And though, Congress, don't want us to progress our step
My homie buried at an early age hustled to death
His last breath, a lesson
Yeah
Scary punch line
Passing road signs
I can't wake up
I just coast by
I need money man
I need more time
I need dollars bro
This my go time
I need
Take a step outside
Go on, get high
Take a step outside
Go on, get high
This is that new wave
From the sun beam and the new moon
And I’m heading
history you witnessing (haha)
Yeah, these little boys tryna step to me
But they don't got the recipe, I'm hotter than some summer streets
Yeah, we all
Sports gonna give
You a badder time!
Here I stand, I must prevail!
Now you're facing the green thunder
You step forward, that's a blunder
Dedede's gonna
hoppies
Taking over the hall
None of us are gonna pick and eat the last straw
Simple life ain't lead by a princess clown
On our small mics we turn heads
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