Embiid (Bonus Track)
Check on my mind
Cause thats all I need
4 weeks out the month 7 days of the week
Trust the process
I feel like Embiid
Im on the road to riches
I got need for speed
I get high off life
And im high off weed
Like a sunflower do it for my seed
They gon judge the book
Cause they can not read Remember we was losin
We done took the lead
Never gave a fuck I just take it how it came
Boy I know you fraud and you fakin for the fame
Gotta feed the fam dont know what is on yo brain
Do it for my baby boy feel like Ving Rames
Took a couple Ls I was sleepin on the flo
Police lookin for me 12 hit my mama door
If you dont make mistake nigga you wont never grow
And all the pain I been thru that shit got me soar
Niggas wanna win but they dont evn practice
Man you know im stickin with the team like a cactus
Truckin like a ram dodgin shit like a stratus
They say life a bitch I call her Trina she the baddest
Okay all I want is bread
Even tryna make some money when im in the bed
You a house nigga im in the back like a shed
Cant entertain that bullshit boy you just like Ced
Money talk what you said
Check on my mind
Cause thats all I need
4 weeks out the month 7 days of the week
Trust the process
I feel like Embiid
Im on the road to riches
I got need for speed
I get high off life
And im high off weed
Like a sunflower do it for my seed
They gon judge the book
Cause they can not read Remember we was losin
We done took the lead
Cause thats all I need
4 weeks out the month 7 days of the week
Trust the process
I feel like Embiid
Im on the road to riches
I got need for speed
I get high off life
And im high off weed
Like a sunflower do it for my seed
They gon judge the book
Cause they can not read Remember we was losin
We done took the lead
Never gave a fuck I just take it how it came
Boy I know you fraud and you fakin for the fame
Gotta feed the fam dont know what is on yo brain
Do it for my baby boy feel like Ving Rames
Took a couple Ls I was sleepin on the flo
Police lookin for me 12 hit my mama door
If you dont make mistake nigga you wont never grow
And all the pain I been thru that shit got me soar
Niggas wanna win but they dont evn practice
Man you know im stickin with the team like a cactus
Truckin like a ram dodgin shit like a stratus
They say life a bitch I call her Trina she the baddest
Okay all I want is bread
Even tryna make some money when im in the bed
You a house nigga im in the back like a shed
Cant entertain that bullshit boy you just like Ced
Money talk what you said
Check on my mind
Cause thats all I need
4 weeks out the month 7 days of the week
Trust the process
I feel like Embiid
Im on the road to riches
I got need for speed
I get high off life
And im high off weed
Like a sunflower do it for my seed
They gon judge the book
Cause they can not read Remember we was losin
We done took the lead
Credits
Writer(s): Blake Clay
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