Lyrics

Up early in the morning, gotta get to it If you say you gone pursue it, then you gotta do it As long as I'm living, never running out of fluid Fake shit come from those who claim that they the truest My life improved when I canceled out them petty games Today I'm chilling, I throw on my clear lens frames I'm a grown man with a big set of nuts Cruise the city in a suede blue button up The day is what you make it, gotta keep that paper going 8am, already knowing how my day is going I keep that toaster on the tuck, bro I don't keep it showing Some sun and water for my pockets, gotta keep it growing See I ain't rich but got damn it, man my life's good If she don't want me, let her leave like a G should I orchestrate the whole day before I leave the bed Room service and some clutch early morning head Ball another day Call another play Stack a different way Orchestrate the day Ball another day Call another play Stack a different way Orchestrate the day Shut yo mouth, cuz this my life We just fucking, bro she ain't my wife Some do wrong so they can live right Some women classy, the rest of yall trife Had to stack a couple rack-a-ronies off some passive income Watching niggas grind sort of made me wanna get some Driving Cadillacs made niggas wanna get one I knew she was gone vanish, but she thought she was a slick one Man these bitches are hilarious I don't wanna hit it if the chick ain't an Aquarius So many professions, bro it got my hands tied up Looking like the player of the year when I ride up She had real nigga, but she chose to fuck a simp You ain't a real nigga just because you got a grip I orchestrate the whole day before I leave the bed Room service and some clutch early morning head Ball another day Call another play Stack a different way Orchestrate the day Ball another day Call another play Stack a different way Orchestrate the day
Writer(s): Angelo Willis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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