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Josh Ranke
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Came up from whippin a shitty taurus
I remember that shit was a '06
Now I dream to be big, Tryna show em
The kids got his own little plan to get so rich
I'm working all night
Trappin up in the studio, I'm zoned in
They want the Off-White's
I want the money, not here for the showing
I'm still with everybody I came up with
Since I was kid at the playground
It's a hell of a feeling when I see the ones
That were hating on me tryna hang now
They see the movement
Funny now I see em all on my dick now
Nothing to prove them
Fuck it I feel like I'm finally lit now
I took my books and my homework
Said fuck all that shit, I got dreams that I gotta go chase
I do this all for the ones that I love
But the crazy thing is they don't know thats the case
They calling me stupid, they said that I'm dumb
Well if you don't support me then give me my space
Talking all over social media
But they don't like to say that shit to my face
Ask the question, and I got the answer
I been pulling bitches like a youngin's handsome
Want a new Mercedes, six rings like Brady
If a brother locked up, Imma pay the ransom
No Lil Tecca, no A Boogie
Yeah I'm new to this but not a rookie
Keep it lowkey, I stay rocking hoodies
I'm so damn high, rapping off the cookies
I don't do paperwork, hit up the studio
I don't think I've been to class in a week
My girl ain't smoking, she only pour up
So I fill up her cup, now her brain feeling week
All of my money is very deserving and dirty
But fuck it a youngin is clean
Telling me money can't buy me my happiness
I don't think that I could say I agree
Blessing em up like a sneeze
I get my money distributing weed
I go hard in the studio smoking on trees
When I step in that bitch its 1,000 degrees
Get it, Im bringing the heat
Man I live in that bitch, Im not planning to leave
With my blanket and pillow I'm catching my Z's
I'm not done till I have a legacy to leave (Yeah)
PTSD from my past
If I had a choice I would never go back
Scared of the days that I didn't have cash
And the days that I couldn't afford me a bag (Nah)
Now I got multiple packs
I dream of the day I got multiple plaques
Fuck bout a credit I'm carrying cash
I want two bad bitches, Mary and Ash
Came up from whippin a shitty taurus
I remember that shit was a '06
Now I dream to be big, Tryna show em
The kids got his own little plan to get so rich
I'm working all night
Trappin up in the studio, I'm zoned in
They want the Off-White's
I want the money, not here for the showing
I'm still with everybody I came up with
Since I was kid at the playground
It's a hell of a feeling when I see the ones
That were hating on me tryna hang now
They see the movement
Funny now I see em all on my dick now
Nothing to prove them
Fuck it I feel like I'm finally lit now
Writer(s): Josh Ranke
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