Lyrics
Long way from Hanes to Gucci trousers
Push that bitch dash say 200 miles per hour
Minimal wage we can't do it stackin thousand dollars
I'm really humble but sometimes I can turn violent
I love strong even though my heart in pieces
Slid out the mud wit them rats and leaches
When you been stabbed in yo back it have you stickin defense
Feel like everybody turned on me in Sequence
Please don't take control I will never fold always standing 10 toes
This the live that I was giving not the one that I chose
Fuck ah thot fuck ah hoe I'm too focused on these faces
Gotta hold it down for my dawgs fighting cases
Smokin dope pouring Henny look granny we made it
Took ah minute but we made it
Started at the bottom And I ain't at the top yet
New crib in the woods yea we made it out the projects
And they call me Pablo but I ain't have to chop bricks
Fuckin Asian bitches that don't know how to use chop sticks
I'm off that lean in Miami
Jetskin in front of mansions
That 2 bands come in handy
Exotic in my body foreign hoe when I'm landing
You already know that I'm smashing ain't reason for askin
Long way from Hanes to Gucci trousers
Push that bitch dash say 200 miles per hour
Minimal wage we can't do it stackin thousand dollars
I'm really humble but sometimes I can turn violent
I love strong even though my heart in pieces
Slid out the mud wit them rats and leaches
When you been stabbed in yo back it have you stickin defense
Feel like everybody turned on me in Sequence
Writer(s): Andrew Williams
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