Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, street man, these motherfuckers
Shit take pain, man, if it isn't the boss
I need to smoke me one of this shit, yeah
[Verse 2]
Do you **** know what it took for me to get here? (Get here)
I been grindin' hard before this year (This year)
I been grindin' hard like six years (Six years)
Was walkin', now a **** got six gears (Skrrt)
Got the streets drunk, man, I'm talkin' six beers (Six)
Sharper than a muhfucker like six spears (Fresh)
Woke up this morning like, "Goddamn" (Goddamn)
**** talkin' 'bout stress, I don't got none (I don't got none)
Do you know how many times I could've got jammed? (Yeah)
**** working in the trap, but I ain't have yams (Yeah)
Twelve got behind a ****, but they went around
Workin' out the rental car when I'm in your town
Back on, SS, got the window down (Window down)
**** playin' both sides, boy, you been a clown (You been a clown)
Keep playin', fuck a ****, get a semi round (Keep playin', ****)
Keep playin', fuck a ****, catch a semi round
Magic city Monday, lookin' at the pretty brown
Lookin' like a boss, **** 'posed to ('Posed to)
Fresh hair, new Gucci loafers (Loafers)
Might fuck around see me on a poster (Poster)
When I leave I'ma do top speed on it (Speed on it)
F on my rim, can't you read, homie? (Question)
You can tell it's Gucci from the sleeve, homie (You can tell)
You can tell it's Gucci from the sleeve on it
[Verse 3]
Young **** ball, fuckin' live your life
Young **** ball, fuckin' live your life
Young **** ball, fuckin' live your life
Young **** ball, fuckin' live your life
Young **** ball, fuckin' live your life
Young **** ball, fuckin' live your life
Young **** ball, fuckin' live your life
Young **** ball, fuckin' live your life
Written by: Trentavious Zamon White
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