Exchange
Momma ask me why I'm smoking everyday
Just to ease
All the stress I got piling up on my mind lemme breathe
Nothing's ever really what it seems
Cause this music is a drug
You a dealer or the fiend
Spending all my free time in the kitchen
(In the kitchen)
Working on my wrist I get to whipping
(Whip whip whip)
Mix it in the stu for definition
(For definition)
Mathematics turning lyrics into digits
(Like 1, 2)
It could all be so simple
Me and this instrumental
Toe to toe
Hand to hand
We going at it again
Got a plan on my mental
Pull up in something FWAY
Met yo girl on the way
Tryna be mine for the day
Okay
Told her not to quit
I'm not the type to save
A woman from all her ways
And I don't need another bitch
I got a rider at the pad
She down for like me like gravity
Hold it all together
Yeah that best you ever had
And it's sad
Before I gave my heart to hoes and never knew
I thought love was something different
They was fucking other dudes
Heard a rumor and believed it
I was telling you the truth
Thought I was deep inside your friend
Just getting deep inside the booth
I'm very very different
From the average young and ignant
Life's a game and y'all asleep
I'm up early with the scrimmage
Shooting long range
Hitting all aim
Ima keep hustling till my kids in Balmain
Momma ask me why I'm smoking everyday
Just to ease
All the stress I got piling up on my mind lemme breathe
Nothing's ever really what it seems
Cause this music is a drug
You a dealer or the fiend
Just to ease
All the stress I got piling up on my mind lemme breathe
Nothing's ever really what it seems
Cause this music is a drug
You a dealer or the fiend
Spending all my free time in the kitchen
(In the kitchen)
Working on my wrist I get to whipping
(Whip whip whip)
Mix it in the stu for definition
(For definition)
Mathematics turning lyrics into digits
(Like 1, 2)
It could all be so simple
Me and this instrumental
Toe to toe
Hand to hand
We going at it again
Got a plan on my mental
Pull up in something FWAY
Met yo girl on the way
Tryna be mine for the day
Okay
Told her not to quit
I'm not the type to save
A woman from all her ways
And I don't need another bitch
I got a rider at the pad
She down for like me like gravity
Hold it all together
Yeah that best you ever had
And it's sad
Before I gave my heart to hoes and never knew
I thought love was something different
They was fucking other dudes
Heard a rumor and believed it
I was telling you the truth
Thought I was deep inside your friend
Just getting deep inside the booth
I'm very very different
From the average young and ignant
Life's a game and y'all asleep
I'm up early with the scrimmage
Shooting long range
Hitting all aim
Ima keep hustling till my kids in Balmain
Momma ask me why I'm smoking everyday
Just to ease
All the stress I got piling up on my mind lemme breathe
Nothing's ever really what it seems
Cause this music is a drug
You a dealer or the fiend
Credits
Writer(s): Wilton Nisbeth
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