Lyrics:
Zzz
Yeah
Hit dat low low low
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Lets go!
Back in like 2002 I was such a young man
Didn't have no sort of clue I was always into
you ain't seen before
I got D'usse bottles
And my bad bitch model
Like we fuckin' hit the lotto
I'd be dead by tomorrow
If I went full throttle
Bring
stay sharp lookin sweet
And He Bossed up like his big brothers be
He always gudd and he push a nice whip
Plus he found a girl that’ll die by his hip
(You hittin my liine too much)
Been working my shit bill collector
(Been workin my liiine)
Not stripping Lil
Bitch ain't getting a buck
(been working my
Wherever I go it's gon' snow wherever I flow ain't no foes
I'm changing like clothes so nigga I will never fold
Im locked in the studio workin' like niggas
on chill, you don’t wana see me heightened
I’m here to take flight, & y’all kites man
Bound by somebody down below
Simple pull of a string that a show you
the word?
Takin off just like a rocket
I don’t need no help man I already asked em anyways
They wanna ride the wave but they can’t swim guess that means I’m
Yo, call me a hard workin' nigga
I shouldn't use nigga cause that's
What was used against us
But still I abuse it and use it
Look how they did us
a nine to five, they makin' G's on the corner
Material things is what they want to scoop
They can't get shit like that, workin' for no Summer Youth
They
of the morning that passes by through my window
Another child is born, another dies, and still the wind blows
Spin slow, drawn into strong voice of reason
ride, mmm
I'm steady workin on my dreams
You gon see the full picture, no cropping
They thought I would stop, I'm not stopping
I move wit precision, they
it, I really do it
We're not comparable
That's style that you borrowed
Hard to swallow, not digestible
If we were to stand here side-by-side
We're not
a spanking
Walk through the storm by myself before I get somebody wet with me
Put a finger in my business and it get drenched, now you wet, Willie
I don't come
ain't sequel the playa moves on me makin' pay
Sayin' what I want to man, cause I'm backed up by a crew
Down wid me to clown wid me, what Flizy got work
Experience is the best teacher, so there's no excuse
When things get tight, then I get loose
They hung blacks by they necks with just a noose
One thing they
Swear it used to be love but
Now it's all cold again
Can't tell if I'm a grown man or a
Young boy, but I'm still gettin' older
Where did the time go?
out in Cabo
Told me they were there but these niggas we’re only rivals
Made it from impossible, and hit the lotto
Lucky to death but I was workin' for
make money I'm bout this
You can tell just by my net worth
I snap on em no tool brand
You push weight that's cool man
I'm gone put a birdie in a mule van
me leanin',
I'ma pour me up a four till it fizzle
Was surrounded by the snakes in the grass
Till I mowed up they ass
Now they livin' in my metaphors
whacked, nigga
Nigga think it's fake, we sippin'—
Nigga think we sippin' fakе drank, you smokin' crack, nigga
And if your mans agree, he smokin' crack with
Niggas turned on in the game
Leavin' 'em dead
I play by the rules, niggas is playin' chess
With the same mindset
I'm livin' with no regrets
I found out
to tears
Body ain't be workin' right for 7 years
So miss me with that keep your chin up try to smile
Bro I'm 26 I should feel better by a mile
Keep all your
feelin keep it real or relocate
I been workin on my healin play Mayweather with my demons
See you schemin on what we did in the evenin yesterday
You know
Disenchanted by my goals
Cause the fame ain't attractive
I've been passive
Possibly passing up passion
For pleasure that I've been asking, foreplay
She gobbled
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