Lyrics:
I'll miss
All the strings get stretched
All the wings get clipped, for the downfall
Switch it up damn my egos gone
In the middle of my 20's it could
I'm talking a taurus
He talkin a taurus
She saying you boring
Don't worry
I'll have her back home by the morning
I need me my money in 100's and 20's
know you gon be 30 and you got be hurting
Cuz' you ain't do nothing you just sat on your ass in your 20's
While I got to it so uh I got plenty uh
on these 20s
Holdin them keys bad I feel there oops be hunting
Aim for the stars before you re align the Hubble
America a trap passin freedom by as a hustle
Don't get it confused they only around for the promo
The money was dirty A nigga was tide
I cut a few ppl I knew they wouldn't ride
Got niggas fighting
forties, it's all of a sudden your fault. I don't know if you know that because when you're single in your 20s everyone's like, yeah, stay single. Fuck
u need I chill in the sun I remember them nights I was out In The rain. But I can’t complain. All them 20 20s bags had me makin our with the change.
I was 17 ridin in that Lexus on 20's
18 and 19 payin nothing over 20
And a thousand 8 grams divided by 4 is 2-52
If you know what that mean you
can do without call me
Chorus
When ya highs get low
Your gonna need me by your side
Just know
That I'll never leave you alone
No no no no no no
, lyrics, a vision, a story, a mission, the purpose, I'm given, the reason, for livin', should I do it mellow, or go hard on the instrumental, tear the beat
days and I’m barely starting to figure out what to do
It’s only been 22, I’m triple three, so the math don’t add up, even for Isaac Newton
Go far I’m Cam
And don't show ya hand
Coolin wit gang and them
They be my man's
Smoke in medulla my packy gon punch on ya brain
I was counting up 20's and 50's til a hunnit
on the paper
Matter fact do me a favor
Vote Queen Goonie 4 Mayor
Chea
I get that money
1s 5s 10s 20s
Them 50s and them 100s
Oh yeah I love them 100s
Chea
When
the mud like im wearing cleats
Nigga imagine that i been chasin hella bags
Nigga dont you try me, im you know where my savage at
Why you madden, cuz my
all alone, my gun my only friend
I need all them 20s & 50s & 100s
I came for the bag didn't come for discussion
I love gettin' high, cause it do help me
Just cause you got more game then a next man, don't make it bad
Every real nigga got a hustle to 'em, even your dad
So do what you gotta, but don't cross
to say
Ahhh the sky's blue
I guess I'll make another flip today
10s into 20s
20s into hunnids
It's always obese niggas talking bout the how they gone run
Rollin 20's
Yup, we fully wit' it
Yeah, we wear them black and gold coats
With the patch on the back that says "Steelers"
A lot of niggas wanna do us
20s 50s 100s that's the shit that I want
If you going out the front then lock the door
All about ya business that shit I adore
I been making money
pulling me down
Snakes, cut throats, and short dough
And all kind of traps that's
Made for po folks
No joke, now you could quote what I say
If I may,
Hop on the beat like i hop on the street
I step my game up from crumb to a key
I dont know why you keep lookin at me
Already know that im rockin for
pull up in merc
The engine go skrrt
Them rims is 20s they hurt
Came in for nothing but first
We came unrehearsed
Now you gone hunger and thirst
Because
piece
And to every nigga don't like me may you rest in piece
When I die label me a motherfuckin' beast
[Chorus]
Uh uh, they goin' for 30, just
That mean I need a million at least
2019, I doubled my fee
500K for a dinner with me
Quality eats, I don't fuck with no Denny's
A mil for my thoughts it
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