Trap Qweezy - M367 Lyrics

I turn pain to passion, stressin' tryna keep from spazzin
Meditating, dumping ashes, clutchin' tryna dodge a casket
Mixin' in the trap with D, big trap, really trappin
Everything I do for Jo , she get anything she askin
Savin' I got in the stackin', geek, got a lot of habits
Tweakin', still gettin' active, focus, can't get distracted
I was on the floor back in 2014, we just had a mattress
Don't talk to Q, but I got love for him, cause he still my daddy
And I got a lot of passion for the music
Sittin' thinkin' bout my future while I'm puffin' on these Zooties
A lot of hoes say they love me, you gotta prove it
Got a strong mind, gotta use it, can't play with it, might lose it
Played too hard and lost it, now my nigga in the coffin
I remember what you taught me, real losses make bosses
Stay on top and be cautious, if a nigga ever get the upper hand
We gon' find him and off him, they won't find him or chalk him
I'm really made for this, I dream about it and I pray for this
She just wanna f*ckin' keep takin' shots, but I ain't interested
Five figure nigga, but I'm tryna keep it clean and legitimate
Put three on the four, and all my J's still, say they feelin' it
Get in my feelings when I reminisce
Seem like everybody ain't with you, most these niggas envious
Seem like everybody opps, hangin' with the enemy
Pop me a M367 like it's the remedy