Lyrics
Yeah...
Tired of saying yeah...
SOUTHSiDE DON
Fell in love with my goals
Now I'm stuck on the road
Money chasing, paper chasing
Only thing on my dome
Niggas brag what they owned
Never cared for that shit
I been patient, building weight
So I don't fall when I'm low
Never had to conform
Put my pride to the side
Champagne showers, Money dance
These niggas up in their feels
Fell in love with my goals
Now I'm stuck on the road
Money chasing, paper chasing
Only thing on my dome
Niggas brag what they owned
Never cared for that shit
I been patient, building weight
So I don't fall when I'm low
Fuck what you think, I'm gone get it
By any means necessary
Way I move, solitary
Life don did me dirty
Fuck that bitch
Now it's time to win
Cruising round my city in a ghost
Grinning like Napier
And if you see the niggas that I'm with
Rocking brand new TROY
Straight outta Port Harcourt
Soon we up in Calabasas
Fell in love with my goals
Now I'm stuck on the road
Money chasing, paper chasing
Only thing on my dome
Niggas brag what they owned
Never cared for that shit
I been patient, building weight
So I don't fall when I'm low
Never had to conform
Put my pride to the side
Champagne showers, Money dance
These niggas up in their feels
Fell in love with my goals
Now I'm stuck on the road
Money chasing, paper chasing
Only thing on my dome
Yeah
Writer(s): Brownson Israel
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