I been focused on them better days
I been hungry since the seventh grade
Chasing dimes, tryna see a change
If the ground is losing than I levitate
I was depressed I was feeling pain
Smoking that dope and that novacane
Gimme that top tryna chop her brain
Copped the new coup had to do the same
Now I ride around town with my niggas
Shining bright-son, not talking bout tiller
Close to the woods like gorillas
Yo life is a movie like thriller
I'm doing much better
That drip getting wetter
Them niggas don't know where I stay at
We can shoot it's whatever
If niggas really want the beef
Tell me where is the plate at
I give em defeat like a placemat
Big smoke you can taste that
Couple L's yeah I ate that
Niggas pussy call em stray cats
Hop out the coup like I'm going to prom
With a couple niggas that ain't never been calm
Not making money, f*ck is you on
Groupie bitches getting f*cked to the song
Started rapping I be righting my wrongs
Talking bout bucks but you barely a fawn
Dropping them pounds
Dropping them bombs
Move to yo city and ball like Lebron
Niggas been hating
They running in place
Just do what I said
No room for debates
Used to take shit from the niggas around me
But nowadays Im just doing what it takes
Came out dripping like I stepped out the lake
S's on me , yeah I feel like a snake
Bad bitches getting poked in the face
Niggas talk smoke but they rolling that lace
Painting pictures, while I'm watching em trace
I roll through the hood and I'm safe
I'm tryna give my demons space
I'm tryna see my momma straight
Tryna still eat but I need a new plate
You niggas aint real
You niggas is fake
New watch a AP and I'm still coming late
Ain't rocking no fitted I mean what I say
Get higher than quidditch I smoke for the pain
My head low yeah I walk through the rain
Love on a dime but that shit will not change
Love on a dime but this shit will not change
Started rapping I be righting my wrongs
Talking bout bucks but you barely a fawn
Dropping them pounds
Dropping them bombs
Move to yo city and ball like Lebron
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I been focused on them better days
I been hungry since the seventh grade
Chasing dimes, tryna see a change
If the ground is losing than I levitate
I was depressed I was feeling pain
Smoking that dope and that novacane
Gimme that top tryna chop her brain
Copped the new coup had to do the same
Now I ride around town with my niggas
Shining bright-son, not talking bout tiller
Close to the woods like gorillas
Yo life is a movie like thriller
I'm doing much better
That drip getting wetter
Them niggas don't know where I stay at
We can shoot it's whatever
If niggas really want the beef
Tell me where is the plate at
I give em defeat like a placemat
Big smoke you can taste that
Couple L's yeah I ate that
Niggas pussy call em stray cats
Hop out the coup like I'm going to prom
With a couple niggas that ain't never been calm
Not making money, f*ck is you on
Groupie bitches getting f*cked to the song
Started rapping I be righting my wrongs
Talking bout bucks but you barely a fawn
Dropping them pounds
Dropping them bombs
Move to yo city and ball like Lebron
Niggas been hating
They running in place
Just do what I said
No room for debates
Used to take shit from the niggas around me
But nowadays Im just doing what it takes
Came out dripping like I stepped out the lake
S's on me , yeah I feel like a snake
Bad bitches getting poked in the face
Niggas talk smoke but they rolling that lace
Painting pictures, while I'm watching em trace
I roll through the hood and I'm safe
I'm tryna give my demons space
I'm tryna see my momma straight
Tryna still eat but I need a new plate
You niggas aint real
You niggas is fake
New watch a AP and I'm still coming late
Ain't rocking no fitted I mean what I say
Get higher than quidditch I smoke for the pain
My head low yeah I walk through the rain
Love on a dime but that shit will not change
Love on a dime but this shit will not change
Started rapping I be righting my wrongs
Talking bout bucks but you barely a fawn
Dropping them pounds
Dropping them bombs
Move to yo city and ball like Lebron
I been hungry since the seventh grade
Chasing dimes, tryna see a change
If the ground is losing than I levitate
I was depressed I was feeling pain
Smoking that dope and that novacane
Gimme that top tryna chop her brain
Copped the new coup had to do the same
Now I ride around town with my niggas
Shining bright-son, not talking bout tiller
Close to the woods like gorillas
Yo life is a movie like thriller
I'm doing much better
That drip getting wetter
Them niggas don't know where I stay at
We can shoot it's whatever
If niggas really want the beef
Tell me where is the plate at
I give em defeat like a placemat
Big smoke you can taste that
Couple L's yeah I ate that
Niggas pussy call em stray cats
Hop out the coup like I'm going to prom
With a couple niggas that ain't never been calm
Not making money, f*ck is you on
Groupie bitches getting f*cked to the song
Started rapping I be righting my wrongs
Talking bout bucks but you barely a fawn
Dropping them pounds
Dropping them bombs
Move to yo city and ball like Lebron
Niggas been hating
They running in place
Just do what I said
No room for debates
Used to take shit from the niggas around me
But nowadays Im just doing what it takes
Came out dripping like I stepped out the lake
S's on me , yeah I feel like a snake
Bad bitches getting poked in the face
Niggas talk smoke but they rolling that lace
Painting pictures, while I'm watching em trace
I roll through the hood and I'm safe
I'm tryna give my demons space
I'm tryna see my momma straight
Tryna still eat but I need a new plate
You niggas aint real
You niggas is fake
New watch a AP and I'm still coming late
Ain't rocking no fitted I mean what I say
Get higher than quidditch I smoke for the pain
My head low yeah I walk through the rain
Love on a dime but that shit will not change
Love on a dime but this shit will not change
Started rapping I be righting my wrongs
Talking bout bucks but you barely a fawn
Dropping them pounds
Dropping them bombs
Move to yo city and ball like Lebron
Writer: Will Comer
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