Opposition
Dodge like all the fakes brush them off no flakes
They act just like a friend hating on you when you win
Always envy what they lack talking shit behind your back
Every op moves the same until you get some fame
Dodge like all the fakes brush them off no flakes
They act just like a friend hating on you when you win always
Envy what they lack talking shit behind your back
Every op moves the same until you get some fame
Dodge like all the fakes brush them off no flakes
They act just like a friend hating on you when you win always
Envy what they lack talking shit behind your back
Every op moves the same until you get some fame
People change no sense gotta be made
Not rich but my nigga i'm still getting paid
Stay fresh like a nigga got signed to glade
Melanin nah my nigga i ain't carlton
Yeah
Dolla sign then ly
Anti social like the club but not shy
Jamaica all up in my roots
As a young'n use to alway bump maytals and toots
Martins on my feet
For the winter
Mary on my neck to protect the sinner
Got to get mine by myself
Don't need nobody else's wealth
Still eat the ramen for a snack
Yeah that bitch bad and you know her ass is fat
The way i smoke
I need a pack
Or maybe six
Or something that could fill a sack
Merriment
I'm so high i'm trying to figure out where mary went
But jane was talking about her spidey sense and rambling
While me and homies gambling
Trying to figure out where the money went wheres it spent
Bout to crash in this bed bout to feel a dent
Zoning off in this marijuana scent yeah
Blowing out the gas
They act just like a friend hating on you when you win
Always envy what they lack talking shit behind your back
Every op moves the same until you get some fame
Dodge like all the fakes brush them off no flakes
They act just like a friend hating on you when you win always
Envy what they lack talking shit behind your back
Every op moves the same until you get some fame
Dodge like all the fakes brush them off no flakes
They act just like a friend hating on you when you win always
Envy what they lack talking shit behind your back
Every op moves the same until you get some fame
People change no sense gotta be made
Not rich but my nigga i'm still getting paid
Stay fresh like a nigga got signed to glade
Melanin nah my nigga i ain't carlton
Yeah
Dolla sign then ly
Anti social like the club but not shy
Jamaica all up in my roots
As a young'n use to alway bump maytals and toots
Martins on my feet
For the winter
Mary on my neck to protect the sinner
Got to get mine by myself
Don't need nobody else's wealth
Still eat the ramen for a snack
Yeah that bitch bad and you know her ass is fat
The way i smoke
I need a pack
Or maybe six
Or something that could fill a sack
Merriment
I'm so high i'm trying to figure out where mary went
But jane was talking about her spidey sense and rambling
While me and homies gambling
Trying to figure out where the money went wheres it spent
Bout to crash in this bed bout to feel a dent
Zoning off in this marijuana scent yeah
Blowing out the gas
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Lyons
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