Bikinis
Here I go green light
How to start the day right
Little bit of tree I'm just trying to get my cake right
See the light y'all don't ever looking like some eggs whites
Too many days without change
Gotta pay the price
Now I'm so laid back
Old school 8 track kinda flow
They love that
Asking where the drugs at
Got the system bumping
Got better from my cousin
I do it cause I love it
On the track like London
Hitting up the shorty she more like a side thing
I just keep recording imma do my thing
She only want the real I tell her well things change
I won't take a deal if it's just for the fame
So I gotta hustle Getting numbers like a dial pad whys that?
Cause I wanna live the life that I never had
That's why they're cooking white like in breaking bad
She want it bad I lay her down right on her back
Father taught me how to wear my crown
Momma taught me how to wear my frown
Brother always smoking on that load
Sister always hold a nigga down
Imma never let you bring me down
Momma taught me how to wear my frown
Drama I don't want to hear a sound from her nigga you gon hate me now
Fully dedicated where I'd be if always cared if they worried about me
There's have been a lot days that's been slower than the weeks to me
And in the back of my head I think what that means to me
Oh what you mean to me
I should tell you if the world end
Cause I know nothing is for certain
And that nothing's is ever perfect you know yeah fasho I got dro in the back
I could chill we could go anywhere that's a fact
Been awake for a little bit
With my syndicate
Living in a time where there's no way your innocent
I Gotta shawty on my line she wanna get intimate
I fool around but she know that I'm never serious
I got time though I be grind ya
I gotta get the quick dollar not a dime ya
I got plans in advance for the bands
They told me that I can't but I showed them all that I can
Father taught me how to wear my crown
Momma taught me how to wear my frown
Brother always smoking on that load
Sister always hold a nigga down
Imma never let you bring me down
Momma taught me how to wear my frown
Drama I don't want to hear a sound from her nigga you gon hate me now
How to start the day right
Little bit of tree I'm just trying to get my cake right
See the light y'all don't ever looking like some eggs whites
Too many days without change
Gotta pay the price
Now I'm so laid back
Old school 8 track kinda flow
They love that
Asking where the drugs at
Got the system bumping
Got better from my cousin
I do it cause I love it
On the track like London
Hitting up the shorty she more like a side thing
I just keep recording imma do my thing
She only want the real I tell her well things change
I won't take a deal if it's just for the fame
So I gotta hustle Getting numbers like a dial pad whys that?
Cause I wanna live the life that I never had
That's why they're cooking white like in breaking bad
She want it bad I lay her down right on her back
Father taught me how to wear my crown
Momma taught me how to wear my frown
Brother always smoking on that load
Sister always hold a nigga down
Imma never let you bring me down
Momma taught me how to wear my frown
Drama I don't want to hear a sound from her nigga you gon hate me now
Fully dedicated where I'd be if always cared if they worried about me
There's have been a lot days that's been slower than the weeks to me
And in the back of my head I think what that means to me
Oh what you mean to me
I should tell you if the world end
Cause I know nothing is for certain
And that nothing's is ever perfect you know yeah fasho I got dro in the back
I could chill we could go anywhere that's a fact
Been awake for a little bit
With my syndicate
Living in a time where there's no way your innocent
I Gotta shawty on my line she wanna get intimate
I fool around but she know that I'm never serious
I got time though I be grind ya
I gotta get the quick dollar not a dime ya
I got plans in advance for the bands
They told me that I can't but I showed them all that I can
Father taught me how to wear my crown
Momma taught me how to wear my frown
Brother always smoking on that load
Sister always hold a nigga down
Imma never let you bring me down
Momma taught me how to wear my frown
Drama I don't want to hear a sound from her nigga you gon hate me now
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Michael Ramirez
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