Low Vans High Feels

PJ fit two so I fit four in there
Chillin' on the beach breathing foreign air
Coming home tan like a foreigner
If she like it then she get it that Couture on her
Pennsylvania boy but I dress like I'm Cali
Night turned to day when we chose to chill with Molly
Never met the Devil but I sold my shit to Crowley
Then we went and had a party, drank until he puked and rallied
Not really rich, getting robbed from the Sally
Since last May that I had to go to college
Gaining knowledge for the future when I drank it all away
You know its hard to keep the knowledge, when your mind has start to fade
Down to six beers a night, but
These Sixers going too fast
Something like my guy Allen I
Check the step back
I got the answer that you're looking for, the three up on my shirt
Skipping through the practice, but in games I'll keep my worth
I'mma always keep my word, I'mma always put in work
I'mma always stay the dopest, like I been since on my birth
Waking up and working up, bluetooth on we turn the music up
People in my past gonna see me set the kingdom up
I'mma reign Supreme set them up and then I finish them
And then I finish them

I've had times that are lower than my Vans
People by my side that just couldn't give a damn
Now I'm rolling with the coolest in the California sand
Got a baddie by my side with a stack on her hand
These feels to high for me, these feels are great
Just reel that movie scene, no clouds of grey

I'm sick of all these mother fucking fakes in my lane
All said they was family then they go ahead and change
I'mma see them down range, when the money starts to rain
Bumpin' me in their whip, hear that thing going bang
With the music up
Steering the wheel it's full throttle
Wanted the fans and now I got them
Wanting the money is not the problem
It's working full fledge no stopping that's the only option
Pick pocket these fools
Wrist watch is on rude
Breast stroke in that pool tread water
Swimmings tough with these shoes
Ten toes, I'm tripping up but it's cool
Duck and dodging these dudes
Circles tight, pick a few
Lit the match, light the fuse
Sticking to it I'mma do the thang
Working for the money and the fame
Working for a change, working for a Range
I'mma manage my own time
I'm flipping my own dime
I'm repping my home town, that's farms and fields
Where the realest of real, drink a bottle and chill
Wishing I was back when the timing was still
Sitting at the spot, Rolling Rock in the feels

I've had times that are lower than my Vans
People by my side that just couldn't give a damn
Now I'm rolling with the coolest in the California sand
Got a baddie by my side with a stack on her hand
These feels to high for me
These feels are great
Just reel that movie scene
No clouds of grey