I got to get right
I got to live good
I got to get mine
Before you get yours
We all gone be fine
We got to make sure
I'm stuck with my pride
I run with my joy
I got to get right
I got to live good
I got to get mine
Before you get yours
We all gone be fine
We got to make sure
I'll be so dismissive
And I'm quick to change demeanors
You won't be the one to catch me slipping neither
I'll be long gone and winded
Off a wicked pack
Bitches feel a shift and call it mood swings
My Lyft was a guidance counselor this morning and she want me
A moment at ease with me
Hold that thought just breathe with me
Twelve sat me on my knees
She gone stand defense for me
Y'all paying me for concessions
I look like a defensive end
Tay gone lock em up man to man
They only go deep on cover two
Niggas gone want my slot and that's distasteful
I can't be mad at them
At least my whip is all terrain
Baby I'm riding wood grain
