2017

2017 lost a lot of shit that I had Never losing my swag Made cash back They mad I stay poppin tags Popped the full not no halfs Since I came up quick Niggas think they got it in they bag But ain't got shit in their bags Kinda sad How they brag and they shit be wack Shit literally crap Don't care bout yo feelings need my plaque Cut off snakes And trappin out the rats Moving fake Keep my eyes on that Disgrace Replaced Most the ones that said They wouldn't go away And fuck the ones that be hating till this day 305 till I die issa wave Dropping 60 like I'm Klay Fuck the play I'm with my bae Got the whole top floor to ourselves so we fuck In every place She ain't ever on my dick So the side bitch on the way I was taught to keep a stick In a way can't explain Got a lot thats on my brain Lotta drugs inside my veins I ain't ever had a problem that I couldn't solve (Okay) I was going thru the struggles wrote them in my songs (Ay) Used to huddle in a puddle now we huddle in a lake I don't ever need a break You won't ever catch me flake Can't relate to none my problems we stoled bikes and had to skate Niggas rapping about money When that's all their parents make (Ooo) I turned nothing into something I THANK GOD It was faith Reminiscing the old days I ain't have shit to my name Now I got a lot Got the 2 tone And got myself a spot Gunna see them come back when the album drop (Back when the album drop) 2017 lost a lot of shit that I had I stay poppin tags