Lyrics

Sippin' on liquor for the pain Roll another spliff can't let it go to waste Light it up, take it to the brain Seven grams in the blunt that's a quarter tank I'm the greatest fuck what you think Hit 'em with the classic what it's gon' rank Look at these pictures I paint Feelin' like the Banksy of the rap game I been grindin' for my last name Go get a bag and I dash like dame See you doin' good and they mad that's lame Rather see you in the hood down bad in a cage But I flipped it on 'em like I won the Olympics And then threw the fist upon 'em For us, by us, we don't give endorsements I'm the boss, my cut is the biggest portion Everybody got drip but no different sauces Brick by brick, tryna build the fortress Shawty got needs, I could feed but caution Back to the streets if a treeshy cross me I gotta live by the principles I cannot worry 'bout people's opinions They miserable I had a convo with God that was holy He told me that I'm really Him in the physical I'm going di-di-di-digital I'm dedicated on reachin' my pinnacle I'm tryna make it ain't nothing to play with Don't get in my way I been waitin' to sizzle you Fuck what they sayin' Roll up the stank Smokin' that Pepe Le Pew Go to the bank Pull out the Franks I got investments to do Goin' through things But I can't complain I'm tryna better my truth Stay in my lane Doin' some things they said I never could do Fuck what they sayin' Roll up the stank Smokin' that Pepe Le Pew Go to the bank Pull out the Franks I got investments to do Goin' through things But I can't complain I'm tryna better my truth Stay in my lane Doin' some things they said I never would do On the internet, livin' lavish But in real life ain't livin' like that I'm just tryna get it established Buildin' my brand and stay on my path I keep a couple of baskets To protect my eggs just in case some crack I ain't gotta live above average 'Cause a nigga was down, been there, done that When the sun rising, when the sun set I be analyzing where the fun's at Gotta focus, I ain't gettin' sidetracked Just know this: I'm get in my bag, uh Alkaline water I sip, uh Nigga I'm borderline rich, uh Stackin' up all of my chips, yah Giving my all to my kids, uh But this ain't no cruise I got some bumps and some bruises I broke a couple of rules I had to choose You either win or you lose and Bitch I got something to prove Yeah I was loose Been wildin' out with the crew Drunk all in sous rendez-vous Sippin' on strippers and coming home 4 in the morning My shorty like "I'm sick of you" And to tell you the truth Honestly I done got sick of it too I looked in the mirror "like honestly my nigga, this isn't you" Fuck what they sayin' Roll up the stank Smokin' that Pepe Le Pew Go to the bank Pull out the Franks I got investments to do Goin' through things But I can't complain I'm tryna better my truth Stay in my lane Doin' some things they said I never could do Fuck what they sayin' Roll up the stank Smokin' that Pepe Le Pew Go to the bank Pull out the Franks I got investments to do Goin' through things But I can't complain I'm tryna better my truth Stay in my lane Doin' some things they said I never would do
Writer(s): Derek Simpson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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