Lyrics

I'm on my the grind Pushing the whip so fast you think Imma bust the exhaust Didn't have the time Too busy chasing a bag And turning myself a boss If I was lying Baby girl look in my pockets and you gone see all of the green Half of the time That I was missing your call I was too busy chasing the dream I had to I brighten up my whole horizon It's cloudy and something is blocking the vision Had to sit back and start learning And really observing so I can make better decisions And Imma ride that with fire Like I'm a supplier To cross out any opposition Stayed dedicated regarding whatever I started So Imma go hard till the finish The realest ones the one the only one that I see Say she want that action Paxton for real They ain't love me I was down in the bottom They gone hate me at the top of the hill Took my fellings put em all in a bottle So you know it's no way that I could feel Gotta figure out the key to the problem It's the only way that we can prevail Tired of talking bitch I'm not Dr. Phil I go live like my name Jimmy Fallon North Decatur I was I all in the field Balling everyday to run up my status Had a talk with God he said keep it real Now I'm now I'm out here rocking out with my passion Black and yellow coop I might name it bill Kill all these rappers with out a challenge Dripping harder now cause I'm in to fashion Water on me but they don't see damage They afraid cause they don't understand it Preach the gospel got 'em ready panic Every time we slide me and my guys keep our eyes peeled We see the frantic Not a sign of fear to show respect But It's not just handed out you gotta demand it Oh all my life I knew that I would be a chosen one Ain't no trials that's in way that I can't over come I just pray the lord keep me around to see my sons And I know I'm not the only one I'm on my the grind Pushing the whip so fast you think Imma bust the exhaust Didn't have the time Too busy chasing a bag And turning myself a boss If I was lying Baby girl look in my pockets and you gone see all of the green Half of the time That I was missing your call I was too busy chasing the dream I had to I brighten up my whole horizon It's cloudy and something is blocking the vision Had to sit back and start learning And really observing so I can make better decisions And Imma ride that with fire Like I'm a supplier To cross out any opposition Stayed dedicated regarding whatever I started So Imma go hard till the finish The realest ones the one the only one that I see The realest ones the one the only one that I see The realest ones the one the only one that I see The realest ones the one the only one that I see I ain't riding on your lil roller coaster I just really wanted to get to know you Said you stand all ten like soldier Then your ass folded up like a sofa I don't really wanna be the nigga that's gone let you down But I thought you should know The only reason that I hardly ever ever come around Cause I'm chasing the dough Go head oh girl hit the door Leave your panties sitting right there on the floor Bust it down like my wrist watch it glow Show you something that you ain't seen before New designer bag when we leave the store Hundred twenty five on the Veneno Dressed in all white I look like the pope They say I do the most I do what I'm s'posed to All my life I knew that I would be a chosen one Ain't no trials that's in way that I can't over come I just pray the lord keep me around to see my sons And I know I'm not the only one no, no, no
Writer(s): Kyle Cowley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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