Composure

Momma said keep ya composure
Dont be afraid of exposure
You gone be great cause they choose ya
It's to much weight on my shoulders
I be surrounded by soilders
I just be rollin up doja
Pour til my cup runneth over
My bitch be wet super soaker
My boy balling like he dilevadova
Run til the money come closer
Put the paper in the folder
I Pray my niggas dont fold up
Knew it was a risk when i rolled the dice
Hustle from dark to light

For 40 days and 40 nights
Im tryna change my life

She lookin at me from a far
I jump onnit i dont hesitate
Coming up from the bottom was hard
Now i drop a song and i elevate
I cannot be stressin over broads
So coutin money help me meditate
You know swavey plugged in wit the plug
So i hit the sour and i levitate
Disrespecting get you wacked
I dont do it i dont gotta do it
I got goons in the back of the back
I hit a lick up wit syd
Now syd running laps round the money like track
I wont tell her what i did cause some of you bitches dont know how to act
Thats why i mix and i match
She wanna go on a date
I dick her down then i drop her at sak's
Shout out my nigga cocaine
Cause he got the bitches addicted like crack
Im too focused on the money
So baby girl try not to get too attached
Yall wasn't fuckin wit me on the come up so yall gotta pay for a track
Watch how i dip and i dab
You steady dissin
It aint ever hittin
Imma go the distance
On a mission
I got mad ambition
I just want commision
Turn on the ignition
Let u haters listen
Man my hand be itchin
I got money vision
Smoke the pain away
You smell the odor
You getting mad
Im gettin rich
My sister said
Father said
Momma said

Momma said keep ya composure
Dont be afraid of exposure
You gone be great cause they choose ya
It's to much weight on my shoulders
I be surrounded by soilders
I just be rollin up doja
Pour til my cup runneth over
My bitch be wet super soaker
My boy balling like he dilevadova
Run til the money come closer
Put the paper in the folder
I Pray my niggas dont fold up
Knew it was a risk when i rolled the dice
Hustle from dark to light

For 40 days and 40 nights
Im tryna change my life

You make the rules i break the rules
I plead the 5th dont speak the truth
I hang a nigga bring the nuse
You want war i call my troops
She cuffin me im breaking loosee
I mix the henny wit the goose
Now imma beast up in the booth
My next whip gone be a coupe
Nigga u think that u hot?
STOP
WHAT BETTER THAN GUAP?!
NOT ALLAT
Get this shit right out the pot
Add up the money and stock
We be hustlin from am to pm
That's benjimans around the clock
We done worked our ass off to be here
So we cannot afford to flop
Im tryna change my life
What am i gone do
Im tryna find my wife
Gotta pick and choose
On my way to the top
And i will not losee
And all my niggas gone blow
When we hit that fuse



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Writer(s): Renny Guap
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