Addicted to the green, I'm countin' up, at red light
Brody goin' through it, pray to God he get his head right
I can't be the one to switch, I know just how that feel
Put a S right on my chest, they callin' me the man of steel
Brody back to poppin' pills, he in his feels again
I just took a L, but bounce back, this how I feel to win
Me and Brody back to back, all black, it's like I built a twin
Ridin with the gun right on my lap, it's like I built it in
Me and all the guys on one accord, like we play violin
Trapper and a rapper, but the beats, it got me talkin' more
Lean got me walkin' slow
Had to take a minute, shit thia lean, got me talkin' slow
Damn, I miss the days when I got high just off gelato
I like my bitches pretty in the face, I call em lottos
Cute like she a model, need a main, ain't too many side hoes
Brody say he need some extra dough, I told him drive more
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Addicted to the green, I'm countin' up, at red light
Brody goin' through it, pray to God he get his head right
I can't be the one to switch, I know just how that feel
Put a S right on my chest, they callin' me the man of steel
Brody back to poppin' pills, he in his feels again
I just took a L, but bounce back, this how I feel to win
Me and Brody back to back, all black, it's like I built a twin
Ridin with the gun right on my lap, it's like I built it in
Me and all the guys on one accord, like we play violin
Trapper and a rapper, but the beats, it got me talkin' more
Lean got me walkin' slow
Had to take a minute, shit thia lean, got me talkin' slow
Damn, I miss the days when I got high just off gelato
I like my bitches pretty in the face, I call em lottos
Cute like she a model, need a main, ain't too many side hoes
Brody say he need some extra dough, I told him drive more
Brody goin' through it, pray to God he get his head right
I can't be the one to switch, I know just how that feel
Put a S right on my chest, they callin' me the man of steel
Brody back to poppin' pills, he in his feels again
I just took a L, but bounce back, this how I feel to win
Me and Brody back to back, all black, it's like I built a twin
Ridin with the gun right on my lap, it's like I built it in
Me and all the guys on one accord, like we play violin
Trapper and a rapper, but the beats, it got me talkin' more
Lean got me walkin' slow
Had to take a minute, shit thia lean, got me talkin' slow
Damn, I miss the days when I got high just off gelato
I like my bitches pretty in the face, I call em lottos
Cute like she a model, need a main, ain't too many side hoes
Brody say he need some extra dough, I told him drive more
Writer: Billy Morgan
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