Inspiration
Drip God!
Only chasing out the bands, fuck a hoe
22, I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check, then I ran it up some more
Like damn I remember we was poor
Seen a lot I done been there before
I only speak the things that I know
Cut 'em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Look at me grandmama I made it
They ain't show us no love, now we famous
Cali weather got me feeling amazing
Overtime on the block I was slaving
Now it's meetings with rich Caucasians
Young nigga racked up, bring them bands out every special occasion
I'm just sharin' my story with you
I shed some tears on this pages
Trying to figure my own self out for some time, I was going through some phases
Had a whole lot of shit going on, just tryna adjust to them changes
We miss church every Sunday, in the streets, it was shooters we was praising
Momma let the streets get ahold of Tim, and now it's funeral arrangements
Dark cloud over my head, seems like every day it was rainin'
Book bro 'nem flights to L.A. 'cause I know the hood too dangerous
I just want him to see better things 'cause all my little niggas bangin'
Only chasing out the bands, fuck a hoe
22, I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check, then I ran it up some more
Like damn I remember we was poor
Seen a lot I done been there before
I only speak the things that I know
Cut 'em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Playin' with the racks, Serena Williams
We went from Section 8 to millions
Procrastination is an illness
It's a lot of fake niggas in disguise
Out here advertising realness
On a date with destiny, and that bitch karma third wheelin'
Duckin' cops and drug dealin'
Shots fired, fell in love with guns, we find them new Glocks appealin'
You wonderin' why the block died and them C's posted up in parking lots and buildings
2014, took our first loss, man, the opps start drillin'
Now we see the G's that'll fit his beam, dot his head like Krillin
Was a snotty nose, wasn't shit to eat, in them corner stores, stealin'
Miss the old days, where I'm from so the past put me in my feelings
Four-hour flight away from the slums, up in Calabasas chillin'
Only chasing out the bands, fuck a hoe
22, I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check, then I ran it up some more
Like damn I remember we was poor
Seen a lot I done been there before
I only speak the things that I know
Cut 'em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Only chasing out the bands, fuck a hoe
22, I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check, then I ran it up some more
Like damn I remember we was poor
Seen a lot I done been there before
I only speak the things that I know
Cut 'em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Look at me grandmama I made it
They ain't show us no love, now we famous
Cali weather got me feeling amazing
Overtime on the block I was slaving
Now it's meetings with rich Caucasians
Young nigga racked up, bring them bands out every special occasion
I'm just sharin' my story with you
I shed some tears on this pages
Trying to figure my own self out for some time, I was going through some phases
Had a whole lot of shit going on, just tryna adjust to them changes
We miss church every Sunday, in the streets, it was shooters we was praising
Momma let the streets get ahold of Tim, and now it's funeral arrangements
Dark cloud over my head, seems like every day it was rainin'
Book bro 'nem flights to L.A. 'cause I know the hood too dangerous
I just want him to see better things 'cause all my little niggas bangin'
Only chasing out the bands, fuck a hoe
22, I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check, then I ran it up some more
Like damn I remember we was poor
Seen a lot I done been there before
I only speak the things that I know
Cut 'em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Playin' with the racks, Serena Williams
We went from Section 8 to millions
Procrastination is an illness
It's a lot of fake niggas in disguise
Out here advertising realness
On a date with destiny, and that bitch karma third wheelin'
Duckin' cops and drug dealin'
Shots fired, fell in love with guns, we find them new Glocks appealin'
You wonderin' why the block died and them C's posted up in parking lots and buildings
2014, took our first loss, man, the opps start drillin'
Now we see the G's that'll fit his beam, dot his head like Krillin
Was a snotty nose, wasn't shit to eat, in them corner stores, stealin'
Miss the old days, where I'm from so the past put me in my feelings
Four-hour flight away from the slums, up in Calabasas chillin'
Only chasing out the bands, fuck a hoe
22, I'ma ball like a pro
Got a check, then I ran it up some more
Like damn I remember we was poor
Seen a lot I done been there before
I only speak the things that I know
Cut 'em off, and they true colors show
Life goes on, people come and go
Credits
Writer(s): Polo G, Aidan Cahill Mccoy
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