Bet on me
Find me in the smoker section puffin on that cigaweed
All or nothin lil buddy, yall aint gon get the recipe
Dropped the felony my lawyer gladly took a check from me
$1500 boy these streets far from sesame
I came into this game with no one standin next to me
Hit the gas and holla at kevo beats, whats poppin g?
Choppin game, gettin hazed livin out my prophecy
Step inside my mind you'll see a lot of shit that bothers me
I never let my mood depict where i go
But even if i fall, im not the type to stay on the floor
You the type to turn your back on your folks
If everbody worked together we'd accomplish the most
Pull it together son, we aint gon fold...im all in
Thats the shit im tryna hear, but you aint helpin the kid
Blow the smoke all in the open but im minding my biz
Make the best of whatchu got with any chance that you get
Fasho
Its super froze ayo thats all that i know,
But i can push it to the limit that you dare not go
There aint no turnin back, your heart turned cold
Im rollin my weed with the homie kevo beats
Tippin fo fo's in my bucket on the way to get some duckets
I need money in my sleep so i can live and really love it a lot
Its funny when your people turn all of a sudden
I expected that from somebody else but not my brother
But still i wonder, and its one helluva beast
Cause if you never took your life in your hands youll never eat
Get to this money spread quick, you never sleep
& if i see you complacent i gotta peace
That shit be like a disease, but i got a cure for that
Homie, where you bouta be 30 and flippin burgers at?
I learned that its a rat race to move at that pace
I gotta get my pockets fat so watch me do that
I aint tryna prove you wrong, bitch im showing you facts
I got a vision in my head that you could never accept
Life lesson: if they dont roll with you heavy, get to steppin
You aint gon be around when we split up what we collected
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Bet on me
Find me in the smoker section puffin on that cigaweed
All or nothin lil buddy, yall aint gon get the recipe
Dropped the felony my lawyer gladly took a check from me
$1500 boy these streets far from sesame
I came into this game with no one standin next to me
Hit the gas and holla at kevo beats, whats poppin g?
Choppin game, gettin hazed livin out my prophecy
Step inside my mind you'll see a lot of shit that bothers me
I never let my mood depict where i go
But even if i fall, im not the type to stay on the floor
You the type to turn your back on your folks
If everbody worked together we'd accomplish the most
Pull it together son, we aint gon fold...im all in
Thats the shit im tryna hear, but you aint helpin the kid
Blow the smoke all in the open but im minding my biz
Make the best of whatchu got with any chance that you get
Fasho
Its super froze ayo thats all that i know,
But i can push it to the limit that you dare not go
There aint no turnin back, your heart turned cold
Im rollin my weed with the homie kevo beats
Tippin fo fo's in my bucket on the way to get some duckets
I need money in my sleep so i can live and really love it a lot
Its funny when your people turn all of a sudden
I expected that from somebody else but not my brother
But still i wonder, and its one helluva beast
Cause if you never took your life in your hands youll never eat
Get to this money spread quick, you never sleep
& if i see you complacent i gotta peace
That shit be like a disease, but i got a cure for that
Homie, where you bouta be 30 and flippin burgers at?
I learned that its a rat race to move at that pace
I gotta get my pockets fat so watch me do that
I aint tryna prove you wrong, bitch im showing you facts
I got a vision in my head that you could never accept
Life lesson: if they dont roll with you heavy, get to steppin
You aint gon be around when we split up what we collected
Find me in the smoker section puffin on that cigaweed
All or nothin lil buddy, yall aint gon get the recipe
Dropped the felony my lawyer gladly took a check from me
$1500 boy these streets far from sesame
I came into this game with no one standin next to me
Hit the gas and holla at kevo beats, whats poppin g?
Choppin game, gettin hazed livin out my prophecy
Step inside my mind you'll see a lot of shit that bothers me
I never let my mood depict where i go
But even if i fall, im not the type to stay on the floor
You the type to turn your back on your folks
If everbody worked together we'd accomplish the most
Pull it together son, we aint gon fold...im all in
Thats the shit im tryna hear, but you aint helpin the kid
Blow the smoke all in the open but im minding my biz
Make the best of whatchu got with any chance that you get
Fasho
Its super froze ayo thats all that i know,
But i can push it to the limit that you dare not go
There aint no turnin back, your heart turned cold
Im rollin my weed with the homie kevo beats
Tippin fo fo's in my bucket on the way to get some duckets
I need money in my sleep so i can live and really love it a lot
Its funny when your people turn all of a sudden
I expected that from somebody else but not my brother
But still i wonder, and its one helluva beast
Cause if you never took your life in your hands youll never eat
Get to this money spread quick, you never sleep
& if i see you complacent i gotta peace
That shit be like a disease, but i got a cure for that
Homie, where you bouta be 30 and flippin burgers at?
I learned that its a rat race to move at that pace
I gotta get my pockets fat so watch me do that
I aint tryna prove you wrong, bitch im showing you facts
I got a vision in my head that you could never accept
Life lesson: if they dont roll with you heavy, get to steppin
You aint gon be around when we split up what we collected