OMW

Turn the Chevy to a Rover, with my niggas smoking dozier, ride with my mufucking soldiers Switch up the coasts when the weather in jersey get colder, brush LA sand off my shoulders Wiser as I'm getting older confident a little bolder Playing the hand I was dealt and I'm all in, chips on the line I can't fold bruh Groovy nigga from the burbs, meticulous with nouns and verbs nice with numbers and the words In other terms, if the talk ain't bout getting to money nigga I ain't concerned Got friends up in gated communities ones with a lawn and the ones in the cells those the ones who said fuck immunity Stay in the street talking shit put ya teeth through the curb Seen both sides what I learned is to never take shit for granted, watering every lil seed I planted Don't ask for respect hoe my steez demand it, my ascension is based off of proper planning Boutta son all these rappers feel like Mr Cannon, lemme chill fore I while out EI8HT forever gon style out, making shit that'll blow the speakers up, maxing out can't turn the dial down like I'm on my wayyy, making these playsss, taking shit day by dayyy Talking with God while i prayyy got so much that I can sayyy Tunnel vision on this mission i promise I'm never ever gon be fazed I'm on my wayyy, making these playsss, taking shit day by dayyy Talking with God while i prayyy got so much that I can sayyy Tunnel vision on this mission i promise I'm never ever gon be fazed I'm on the way, I'm on today, I'm turnt up Tryna do a song a day, ya got the haze, we got a blaze, we burnt up Sittin in a fog a daze still I'm on the way to larger pay yo cop larger estate Escape poverty, Did it without lottery, and scratch off tickets really just all wicked but I'm not gonna get to political Down bad, then I came up what a miracle, school grad still hold my nuts in the interviews Mom, I apologize for the visual but, the flow is wild I'm zippin em up Life's a maze contained with the wickedest stuff, still I, stay cool Wyse Guy So I Make moves, part of Litty Mob, ya know, the dangerous crew You tryna stop my path, I'm aimin' for you I don't promote the violence, but I get weird about my shit for real So chill when I'm tellin' you facts, already had a rough ride I ain't pedaling back I ain't sellin' my soul, for a platinum plaque, or a nice smile with a round back to match And the wyseguy sound going back to rap but hey, I'm on the way we on the way I'm pullin' upppppp