Second Son
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I can't talk right now bro, I'm tryna record
Hold up, I'ma call you back
Fiji, yeah
Speedin' in my momma whip, I can't wait until I blow
I got classes up in Cocoa, man I gotta hit the road, whoa
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, aye
Speedin' in my momma whip, I can't wait until I blow
I got classes up in Cocoa, man I gotta hit the road
Do the dash on 95, I can't wait, I gotta go
I just left from Austin job, he had got me in the door
That's my boy since we was young, plus we biological
He just gave me seven coats, I don't never buy no clothes
Plus he copped me H&M, that camo jacket good as gold
I was warm up in the winter, but it's cold up in my soul
Walking to the Target with my nigga Hopeton, we was broke
That was back up in The Flats, we made it crack, we had the code
Hit the function hella late and mix the Henny with the Coke
Bring them shorties through the crib, if they ain't going they get zoed
That was all a nigga knew, and this is all a nigga know
I was sleeping on the couch, I'm tryna buy my shorty Coach
I'm just speedin', speedin', speedin', I see 12 I gotta slow
That's what happens when you dreaming 'bout the day that you gon glo', ayo
I should'a died in a car, I gotta carry my cross, ayo
I just want people in awe, I just want me a lil' broad, ayo
I'm tryna turn to a boss, you want Supreme and Lacoste, nigga get lost
I want that Fiji and Voss, I got the body of God
I might just body 'em all
I am not weak, I evolved
I went insane in the Fall
I gave my momma a call
But, I just cried on the phone
I said I'll call you tomorrow
I am a man on my own
I gotta get me some ends
I just got me a new job
I gotta pay me some rent
This is as real as it gets
I used to hop me a fence
I was so bad as a jit
We used to chill at the crib
Me and my cousin was tight
We used to steal from the store
We got away with it all
My brother told on us both
Auntie was not with the games
I got a whooping and more
I gotta, aye look
I'm just speedin', speedin', speedin', I'm my daddy's second son
If I die tonight, I know the music gonna carry on
If I'm famous, if I pop, if you never know my name
I'm just speedin', speedin', speedin', dodging traffic, switching lanes
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, aye, look
I'm just speedin', speedin', speedin', I'm my daddy's second son
If I die tonight, I know the music gonna carry on
If I'm famous, if I pop, if you never know my name
I'm just speedin', speedin', speedin', dodging traffic, switching lanes
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I can't talk right now bro, I'm tryna record
Hold up, I'ma call you back
Fiji, yeah
Speedin' in my momma whip, I can't wait until I blow
I got classes up in Cocoa, man I gotta hit the road, whoa
Yeah, yeah
Whoa, whoa, aye
Speedin' in my momma whip, I can't wait until I blow
I got classes up in Cocoa, man I gotta hit the road
Do the dash on 95, I can't wait, I gotta go
I just left from Austin job, he had got me in the door
That's my boy since we was young, plus we biological
He just gave me seven coats, I don't never buy no clothes
Plus he copped me H&M, that camo jacket good as gold
I was warm up in the winter, but it's cold up in my soul
Walking to the Target with my nigga Hopeton, we was broke
That was back up in The Flats, we made it crack, we had the code
Hit the function hella late and mix the Henny with the Coke
Bring them shorties through the crib, if they ain't going they get zoed
That was all a nigga knew, and this is all a nigga know
I was sleeping on the couch, I'm tryna buy my shorty Coach
I'm just speedin', speedin', speedin', I see 12 I gotta slow
That's what happens when you dreaming 'bout the day that you gon glo', ayo
I should'a died in a car, I gotta carry my cross, ayo
I just want people in awe, I just want me a lil' broad, ayo
I'm tryna turn to a boss, you want Supreme and Lacoste, nigga get lost
I want that Fiji and Voss, I got the body of God
I might just body 'em all
I am not weak, I evolved
I went insane in the Fall
I gave my momma a call
But, I just cried on the phone
I said I'll call you tomorrow
I am a man on my own
I gotta get me some ends
I just got me a new job
I gotta pay me some rent
This is as real as it gets
I used to hop me a fence
I was so bad as a jit
We used to chill at the crib
Me and my cousin was tight
We used to steal from the store
We got away with it all
My brother told on us both
Auntie was not with the games
I got a whooping and more
I gotta, aye look
I'm just speedin', speedin', speedin', I'm my daddy's second son
If I die tonight, I know the music gonna carry on
If I'm famous, if I pop, if you never know my name
I'm just speedin', speedin', speedin', dodging traffic, switching lanes
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, aye, look
I'm just speedin', speedin', speedin', I'm my daddy's second son
If I die tonight, I know the music gonna carry on
If I'm famous, if I pop, if you never know my name
I'm just speedin', speedin', speedin', dodging traffic, switching lanes
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Credits
Writer(s): Aj Banksy
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