Diamonds vvs on my scars
I'm just a broke boy with a guitar
Did it on my own from the start
Where were u before u had the heart
Why you want smoke talkin beef ima cook that
Dreamin bout them foreigns goan be posted with a push back
30 hour weeks cookin food
Just to push stacks
Got it down bad using
Credit cards to keep
Track
So much weed up in my system
Yeah I know they
Hate that
Smokin Gainesville green
While your girl
Use up my tic tacs
Only takin dubs see an L ima
Miss that
Crazy like I'm Stevo off the
K movin too fast
Stuntin like Knievel crash the car
Do the dirty dash
Grinding for the bands
Broke and up still goan need some cash
Sold my soul a month ago
Still Waiting for the callback
Guess Satan he aint all that
Iced out pipe down
I'm the one that's talkin now
Smokin gasoline so it's no wonder
That I'm smelling loud
Off the pound no lookin down
I'm Higher than the f*cking clouds
Absorb my energy we goin up
Iil bitch See you around
Major Tom to ground control
Peep right quick
F*cked up bucked up
F*ck the strap I live off luck
Single barrel double cup
I'm booted up Mercedes truck
Never classy my ho sassy
And she got the tummy tuck
Dreamin bout them bands
Can't sleep at night we always f*ckn up
Yeah they crying bout they problems
No bitch I ain't into that
Prayin for them 7 figure
Bank accounts
Not lookin back
F*ck depression
That shit wack
Just hit the blunt and
Take a lap
Whatever shit u goin thru
Just know that shit a f*ckin lapse
Temporary problems f*ck solutions
Bitch just live with that
We smokin medicate the pain
F*ck doctors they just servin smack
Id never thought I'd see the day that
They would lock up Kodak black
He f*cked his life up hope he well though
Livin off the prison trap
Smoke
I'm available labels
Hit me up
Milli and up though
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Diamonds vvs on my scars
I'm just a broke boy with a guitar
Did it on my own from the start
Where were u before u had the heart
Why you want smoke talkin beef ima cook that
Dreamin bout them foreigns goan be posted with a push back
30 hour weeks cookin food
Just to push stacks
Got it down bad using
Credit cards to keep
Track
So much weed up in my system
Yeah I know they
Hate that
Smokin Gainesville green
While your girl
Use up my tic tacs
Only takin dubs see an L ima
Miss that
Crazy like I'm Stevo off the
K movin too fast
Stuntin like Knievel crash the car
Do the dirty dash
Grinding for the bands
Broke and up still goan need some cash
Sold my soul a month ago
Still Waiting for the callback
Guess Satan he aint all that
Iced out pipe down
I'm the one that's talkin now
Smokin gasoline so it's no wonder
That I'm smelling loud
Off the pound no lookin down
I'm Higher than the f*cking clouds
Absorb my energy we goin up
Iil bitch See you around
Major Tom to ground control
Peep right quick
F*cked up bucked up
F*ck the strap I live off luck
Single barrel double cup
I'm booted up Mercedes truck
Never classy my ho sassy
And she got the tummy tuck
Dreamin bout them bands
Can't sleep at night we always f*ckn up
Yeah they crying bout they problems
No bitch I ain't into that
Prayin for them 7 figure
Bank accounts
Not lookin back
F*ck depression
That shit wack
Just hit the blunt and
Take a lap
Whatever shit u goin thru
Just know that shit a f*ckin lapse
Temporary problems f*ck solutions
Bitch just live with that
We smokin medicate the pain
F*ck doctors they just servin smack
Id never thought I'd see the day that
They would lock up Kodak black
He f*cked his life up hope he well though
Livin off the prison trap
Smoke
I'm available labels
Hit me up
Milli and up though
I'm just a broke boy with a guitar
Did it on my own from the start
Where were u before u had the heart
Why you want smoke talkin beef ima cook that
Dreamin bout them foreigns goan be posted with a push back
30 hour weeks cookin food
Just to push stacks
Got it down bad using
Credit cards to keep
Track
So much weed up in my system
Yeah I know they
Hate that
Smokin Gainesville green
While your girl
Use up my tic tacs
Only takin dubs see an L ima
Miss that
Crazy like I'm Stevo off the
K movin too fast
Stuntin like Knievel crash the car
Do the dirty dash
Grinding for the bands
Broke and up still goan need some cash
Sold my soul a month ago
Still Waiting for the callback
Guess Satan he aint all that
Iced out pipe down
I'm the one that's talkin now
Smokin gasoline so it's no wonder
That I'm smelling loud
Off the pound no lookin down
I'm Higher than the f*cking clouds
Absorb my energy we goin up
Iil bitch See you around
Major Tom to ground control
Peep right quick
F*cked up bucked up
F*ck the strap I live off luck
Single barrel double cup
I'm booted up Mercedes truck
Never classy my ho sassy
And she got the tummy tuck
Dreamin bout them bands
Can't sleep at night we always f*ckn up
Yeah they crying bout they problems
No bitch I ain't into that
Prayin for them 7 figure
Bank accounts
Not lookin back
F*ck depression
That shit wack
Just hit the blunt and
Take a lap
Whatever shit u goin thru
Just know that shit a f*ckin lapse
Temporary problems f*ck solutions
Bitch just live with that
We smokin medicate the pain
F*ck doctors they just servin smack
Id never thought I'd see the day that
They would lock up Kodak black
He f*cked his life up hope he well though
Livin off the prison trap
Smoke
I'm available labels
Hit me up
Milli and up though
Writer: Joshua Spinner
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