Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Becerra
Songwriter
Lyrics
How the fuck I’m off?
I take my loss and keep my pace
How the fuck they caught with holes like crocs and I’m okay?
Today was my hardest day
I gave to much game away
And I work too damn hard to tell my options and my plays
Made this shit off muscle
May your time be humble
May your stress decay and may your profits double
Pray your heart don’t lust and overcome that crutch
And may you never slow and keep that heat below
Line sight
Take em out
Slide that 240 out
Slick grip, barely bounce
Chrome tip for poppin out
Holoson ambience
RGB that boy to dust
Smoke like we burn the clutch
48 extended butt
Strapped like Tranny tucked
9 tip serrated cuts
Damn feel like somethings up
Paranoia eat you up
I ain’t seen outside in like a minute
Focus up to get that cyber truck from Honda Civics
Told mom
"One day you won’t stress when it’s the first of month"
Japanese A5 filet and just for lunch
Red bouquet and Cartier and cobra trucks
Shadows 1s keep one on ice and double up!
Makes so many plays I take a couple up!
World is cold like ice inside a double cup
Many go corrupt when they ain’t make enough
Blame it on the stars and shit you making up
Line sight
Take em out
Slide that 240 out
Slick grip, barely bounce
Chrome tip for poppin out
Holoson ambience
RGB that boy to dust
Smoke like we burn the clutch
48 extended butt
Strapped like Tranny tucked
9 tip serrated cuts
Damn feel like somethings up
Paranoia eat you up
I ain’t seen outside in like a minute
Focus up to get that cyber truck from Honda Civics
Made this shit off muscle
May your time be humble
May your heights be ever long and never fumble
May you get that scat and pray you don’t get
(PLAAAA!!)
May your thirst be filled by anything that’s highest
Pray your wealth don’t coincide with acts of violence
May your thoughts be strong at night in times of silence
Pray you never fold crippled in delights
And may your heart be satisfied you’re too alive
Written by: Daniel Becerra
