Drink in my cup i’m chillin
Take off. no ceilings
Post on the gram i’m trippin
My loss. my feelings
I toss bills to the left
When i’m on the scene i flex
Need my checks
I rarely get my rest i sleep with a beam to the left pull the t what a mess oh god
Why we gotta make life so hard
f#ck em all and it might seem broad
Follow lights and i might see god
But i’m all locked inn for the win and i can’t take a l when the life seems hard
Gotta go up top like lebron in the 4th where the man knew that he be the star
Hold on wait..(bish)
I gotta tie my shoes
Running the gamе and i’m beaming the lane if you stuck in thе way better duck my shoe
Beef on the plate and i’m eating away got a cold #ss b#tch that can buy my food
She don’t complain when i’m going away gotta get this bread n#gg# yes i do
Living the life like a fly on sh#t
Bae wanna ride she can fly on this..(wait)
Bae wanna ride on this like a fly on sh#t loving life like this
Peace sign up with a blunt thats lit turn the music up n#gg# thats my sh#t
Hotel mad cuz i came with a bag and i left with a stack homie thats my flip
Drink in my cup i’m chillin
Take off. no ceilings
Post on the gram i’m trippin
My loss. my feelings
I toss bills to the left
When i’m on the scene i flex
Need my checks
I rarely get my rest i sleep with a beam to the left pull the t what a mess oh god
Why we gotta make life so hard
f#ck em all and it might seem broad
Follow lights and i might see god
But i’m all locked inn for the win and i can’t take a l when the life seems hard
Gotta go up top like lebron in the 4th where the man knew that he be the star
Gotta talk loud cuz the speakers up i’m geeked as f#cked i’m talking sh#t they sweating now the heat is up the windows down the smoke is out and right now all the heat is tucked and on god ima be on top
Gotta pray now that the pay don’t stop and the heat gone pop
Take yo time you don’t want this smoke besides i’m the best you not
Fee fy fooo n#gg# here i come
Thats two bands i don’t feel my thumbs
Lv kush bout to fill my lungs
Got so high that the plane no fun
Pay yo dues when i need my funds
f#ck yo rules i don’t hear my sons
Popped on the scene didn’t need my guns
Back in this b#tch hoping she don’t run
Drink in my cup i’m chillin
Take off. no ceilings
Post on the gram i’m trippin
My loss. my feelings
I toss bills to the left
When i’m on the scene i flex
Need my checks
I rarely get my rest i sleep with a beam to the left pull the t what a mess oh god
Why we gotta make life so hard
f#ck em all and it might seem broad
Follow lights and i might see god
But i’m all locked inn for the win and i can’t take a l when the life seems hard
Gotta go up top like lebron in the 4th where the man knew that he be the star
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