WillieBeamin - Wyct Lyrics

Sound like I made it
I'm still on the come up
Oh Yeah yeah
What you call that
You think she yours
And she in my bed
Giving head
Yeah
What you call that
Product of Poverty
Highest commodity
Yeah yeah
What you call that
Fake ice
On ear And your chain
And your veins
Oh Yeah yeah
What you call that
You shedding skin like snake
Say that you real yeah
What you call that
Shit hit the fan
And the went with the wind
Oh yeah yeah
What you call that
Trapping all day
But the money ain't shit
Oh Yeah yeah
What you call that
Rich talk on the blogs
When we see through the fog
Oh yeah
What you call that
I'm with the gang
Or whatever you call it
I gotta rise I'm accustomed to falling
I don't play sports
But I'm focused on balling
Used to the smoke
You ain't catching me coughin
I keep on sipping
Until I get nauseous
Bad lil vibe and she wanna suck on it
Cocaine and Kush
She ain't listened to Chronic
I cut her off cuz the vibe was
Too toxic
Every damn song watch me elevate Sonics
Trinidad James
Don't believe me just watch it
It gets euphoric
I'll thank the narcotics yeah
Dealing with karma
And fighting some demons
They left the decision unanimous
I believe everything happens
Wit purpose and patience
And nothings an accident
I don't go through it
I learn how to get through it
Either way I gotta handle it
I killed the old me
And this just my second life
I don't think I'm understanding it
Sound like I made it
I'm still on the come up
Oh Yeah yeah
What you call that
You think she yours
And she in my bed
Giving head
Yeah
What you call that
Product of Poverty
Highest commodity
Yeah yeah
What you call that
Fake ice
On ear And your chain
And your veins
Oh Yeah yeah
What you call that
You shedding skin like snake
Say that you real yeah
What you call that
Shit hit the fan
And the went with the wind
Oh yeah yeah
What you call that
Trapping all day
But the money ain't shit
Oh Yeah yeah
What you call that
Rich talk on the blogs
When we see through the fog
Oh yeah
What you call that