Lyrics
Cause my heart getting colder, my bread is my kid, it got taller and older
I'm in my lane, I ain't gotta move over, foot on the gas, I can't go any slower
And I got Range, I ain't talking about Rover
Driving a German, but it ain't no Volvo
It's a four-seater, but I wanna roadster,
Like, Glock got no holster
It might get hot in your block like a toaster, And I cannot post her
We might link up like one time and I ghost her
And I'm having motion, I tell myself every day that I'm chosen
And I'm with the bros, but I will sing to yo girl like Frank Ocean
(I will sing to yo girl like Frank Ocean)
I stick to the code and I don't converse with the jakes, I don't snitch
Yeah, I never told, but I bet I know of some people who folding
I don't get into the internet beef, cause I think its trolling
I just been focused on goals, I'm on a roll like I'm bowling
I just can't wait till I blow and I'm global
She said, " I like the flow" and I know it
She gave me dome on the road while I'm floating, And I don't even know her
I can't get attached for one reason only
I cannot trust you as far as I'm throwing you
(She knows what I think about
And what I think about
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no
'Cause it's too cold)
Cause I'm cool like the weather
If you can do it, I do it way better
I had to stop lettin' her wear all my sweaters
Promise you she'll do you dirt if you let her
Play the same game, but I'm hitting new levels
I'm never taking my foot off the pedal
Reach for the stars and I'm not gonna settle
They think I'm weird cause I like heavy metal
I know some things that are literally Federal
Pray to the Lord that I don't see the devil
You say you dig me, but where is the shovel?
Tryna stay out of trouble
The way that I'm ballin', should have triple double, If I get ball, its no way I'ma fumble
And I get some game from my Dad and my Uncle
If I put no work in, then I feel like it's a failed day
When I'm going out, I'm always stepping like a staircase
(If I put no work in, then I feel like it's a failed day
When I'm going out, I'm always stepping like a staircase)
Written by: William Melvin Hamilton