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(Damn, Jonboi) Brr Today's price ain't tomorrow's price Go and grind today 'cause you ain't promised it tomorrow night All the jewelry that I'm wearin', mine, ain't gotta borrow ice You gotta know today's price, it ain't tomorrow's price Shit, I'm getting 30 for a verse, I got the gift of gab Me and brodie tripping, ain't no acid, we ain't split the tab Bulletproof the truck, add a couple compartments in the dash RIP Mauri, know he somewhere up in Heaven sipping act' (RIP 72, long live Scams) Take a lot to knock me down, but it's impossible to keep me there Post my lo' OT, then drop an opp like, shit, they think we whеre? How you comfortable? The car you drivin' cost thе jeans I wear Shit, I don't get it and I probably never will (never) 20-thousand, one arena, still don't feel no pressure Reminiscing, missin' members, double-cups don't heal forever Re-rock professor, I K rolled 'em then put the seal together 15-hunnid dollar pair of Nikes, these some chunky dunkies Never could I forget where I'm from, the double-cups be muddy Tryna swim around the deep with sharks? Oh, yeah, you funny, guppy (ha, funny guy) Heavy on the za', but with the shrooms, I'm micro dosin' Got the mini 'K up in the goose, I'm micro coatin' If you put yo' time and grindin', you gon' find yo' moment Shit, take me as example, got my life devoted Nah, seriously Feel like Tyrese on that street, I'm drivin' furiously (skrrt) I told that bitch I'm not a city boy, so do not "period" me (nope) I used to wake up late for school like always, show up period three Hal Jordan, 'Cat matte black and the interior green 20-million streams a week, I gotta thank the fans I remember I was talking to me like, "Go take a chance" Trackhawk, it's actin' bad, I'm finna spank the gas It ain't a single badge on the sleeve, that's where it's rankin' at Cuddy said, "Fuck a pass today," he tool guardin' Japanese plug pitchin' (yup) like he Yu Darvish Akhi pull up with that finisher, don't matter who started (Shitty boys, dog shit Militia, yeah) 2022 a sneak peek, '23 the movie (I swear to God, it is) 20-somethin' shows in four weeks, it's getting crazy (sheesh) If I rock it, it ain't basic, fits sophisticated Acetone up in the kitchen, they ain't restoratin' shoes Wanna be Militia? Gotta take a test and pay the dues Shit, shit, shit Tomorrow's price, it ain't today's price Wanna be the star, but you the type to catch some stage fright Brr, Shitty boys, dog shit Militia, man, you could never count us out You gotta add us up first Nah, literally We live from the lab right now I can't tell you where I'ma be at when this bitch drop, though I might be in yo' city Shit, the way I'm workin', the way we grindin' Long live scams, you know what the fuck goin' on
Writer(s): Martin Mccurtis, James Iv Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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