Lyrics

You want this life then you gone have to get it tenfold (Chi) I'm making it happen I cant give a fuck about you and your kinfolk I'm changing my status on hoes I can't just be average joe (Uhh) I'm laid out in Mexico I'm sipping on grown patron (Uhhhh) So Grab this stick And Vanish quick My wrist (My wrist) My bitch (My bitch) Only ones I put on when it's lit (Yaaaa) I mix the darker liquor with the sprite I'm finna call out my demon I'ma keep it a grain I'm still with the gang We play this shit start to the finish Ugh We gone play this shit start to finish Man I'm just like a bomb, I'm ticking I'm a keep it a bang A key to the game I'm leaving shit locked, I mean it On the way to the pot, I'm eating Nigga been leaving shit hot like Phoenix Don't you tell me it's not my (Hold on) (Ugh) Bitch I'm a Run the shit up like a laxative Better back this shit up like an accident If I'm blessed Ain't no I choose you Definite lines it don't matter haiku Got a Top 5 bitch And the body top rank One Stop trip Ima hit it all day (Like Aww shit) (Aww mane) Trust that shit like (All state) She got places to be But sh make plans just to see me She's like sushi (Crunchy roll) She show that ads Like it's tv Well I got these bands on me (Me) Well I got these bags on me Shit If I was your nigga I'd hit to the beat And I mean that respectfully You want this life then you gone have to get it tenfold (Chi) I'm making it happen I cant give a fuck about you and your kinfolk I'm changing my status on hoes I can't just be average joe (Uhh) I'm laid out in Mexico I'm sipping on grown patron (Uhhhh) So Grab this stick And Vanish quick My wrist (My wrist) My bitch (My bitch) Only ones I put on when it's lit (Yaaaa) I mix the darker liquor with the sprite I'm finna call out my demon I'ma keep it a grain I'm still with the gang We play this shit start to the finish Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The Cash in I cashed in Them racks in (Uh oh) Like adlibs I'm back in The bags in (Mm hmm) The Cash in I cashed in Them racks in (Uh oh) Like adlibs I'm back in The bags in (Mm hmm) I got a passion I can't be reliant on badges I can't just be high on my last supply I just got addicted to fast shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Im furious kicking the glasses I'm walking through life with my caddy I been thinking bout changing the masses But everything ain't what has been (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Persian rugs want my shit in a mansion I'm a icon a Marilyn Manson We don't cap we don't fake for attention I'm a nigga still black as the tent is (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm a pass on that shit interception We don't fuck with these bitches no blessings (No bless) On the doc a Nigga is vetted Yeah, I'm on the clock, a Nigga is setting, setting, setting (Setting) (Mm mm)
Writer(s): Michael Gause Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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