I look at her curves and I think to myself
Is life really good or is it a stunt? Thinking a lot while I’m hitting this blunt
Want to see peace but it’s never at ease
People be fronting it’s crazy to me
I just be statin’ that nothing’s for free
American Dreamin’ but this no Jay Z
I don’t know why people talking to me
Maserati and a Porsche
Havin’ visions of a hearse
Just remember this verse, Oh the way she use words
She has my whole world turned (Yuh)
Might as well stop cause I’m rolling off the X
m#th*rf#ck*rs say that it’s bеtter off of sex
I don’t know why peoplе always wanna front, Hit me with the product and I put it in the trunk
Put it in the trunk with the bass and the bag, Always wanna stack
b#tch amass with the pack, Fly m#th*rf#ck*r and we bringing sh#t back
Showing me the crack like “What The f#ck Is That?”
Mans got the bags and the broads
With a side of voss, Nameless m#th*rf#ck*r that is lost
Coming to the cross, Hoping with a faith
Hoping that I’ll see them days
I’m not afraid, Countin’ them days
Even if numbered I will not be phased
No question I’m putting this record in faith
Keep it in place, Keep it in place until I see them days
Ten Thousand Hours, I’m maximum wage
f#ck all the hate, f#ck all the haters I’m making my way
Cracking the pavement like this sh#t is made (Yuh)
40oz Sippa, 21st Century Liability
I wear pink when a n#gg# got caught pink
Kissin’ pink, I’m the second X
$tonez X, Have had so many exes
Ex amount shout out to Exston
f#ck whippin’ a Porsche, I’d rather crash a Lexus, Stuntin’ on my ex b#tch, With slit writs
My own blood (Blood) (Blood) (Blood)
No pavement, f#ck being pretty
n#gg# I’m flawlessly gorgeous
Vlone my wardrobe, Vegan sauce
Solo Dolo
I’ll do you solid, Call it Han Solo
My ex hoe, Emotions like Momo
Whiskey Neat, Swallow it whole
No h#mo
Just inhale, I’m so fed up
Can’t you tell? You know I don’t speak out well
Feels I’m trapped inside a cell (Yuh)
One more thing, I don’t want no diamond ring
I just grab the cash and do the dash
Man f#ck these people
Feelin’ so lost, Inside this void
Wonder if my life will ever be saved
Praying for my oldest son, Hoping that he is the one
To strive in a living abyss, Holding right onto my grip
How did it come up to this, Wonder how did I get lost
Assuming that it’s from the pain
I’m feeling that I’m out of frame
Want the bag (Yuh) Push the feelings back (Yuh) Flippin’ all the cash (Yuh) Stacking up the racks (Yuh)
Millwood man, I just grab the cash and do the dash
Man we still talkin’ High Class, The music is the-
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