(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
(Thank you, Timmy Boy)
Hmm
To my old friends I ain't change up, I been workin' overtime
I ain't shed no tears, been ups and downs like a roller coaster ride
I been blowin' this weed, bottlin' up pain and how I feel inside
Boys dunk on shit, know 'bout my name niggas get posterized (Mhm, mhm)
Shit, I'm tryna ball for like the next hundred summers
Shit, I got my blick, we ain't catchin' fades like Aaron the Plumber
Fuck say they want it bad as me, 'cause bitch, I want it bad
I don't even speak on hood politics, but they got on his ass
Chrome hat, chrome shades, dog shit in Goyard bags
Go hard, give it your all, don't play, you lose, they do you bad
Pain, it ain't nothin', I'll be alright, give me 'til the morning
Killers on standby, foreigns parked in apartments
I'm the biggest dog, my nigga told me that and I believe him
Paved the way, I need my flowers while I'm still here while I can receive them
Tell the hood I'm grindin', I come back, we blow a fifty for no reason
No lick, shawty helped me down when I wasn't shit, so I ain't leavin'
Label playin' like I ain't that, but I put on for this shit
Why them boys want me to lose? I'm tryna leave M's for my jit
Thirty thousand in my mouth, it's 'bout a quarter on my wrist
'Bout that paper, I'm on route, can't be scared to take no risk (Hmm)
To my old friends I ain't change up, I been workin' overtime
I ain't shed no tears, been ups and downs like a roller coaster ride
I been blowin' this weed, bottlin' up pain and how I feel inside
Boys dunk on shit, know 'bout my name niggas get posterized (Mhm, mhm)
Shit, I'm tryna ball for like the next hundred summers
Shit, I got my blick, we ain't catchin' fades like Aaron the Plumber
Shit, I'm tryna ball for like the next hundred summers
Shit, I got my blick, we ain't catchin' fades like Aaron the Plumber
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