Relate
I sit in the car and I break down the weed it's all in the gar
Im really superb and then your talent my nigga really subpar
Im chiefin the earth but it feel like im on the next planet it's Mars
With depression I battle with life so I definitely have me some scars
Yeah mane we cruisin', touching the money it's soothing
Kicking back and then we grooving, you a loser in other words you a dofus
Im a dawg but im not roofus, hit you then leave you toothless
Yes it can get ruthless, chasing dreams im pursing
Like big sean boy I do this, that this is my start no this isn't my conclusion
Bidness talk with the homies we just trying to get rich
She throw it fast and we knockin nigga and I hit it just like a pitch
She chose me & im real chill she oou Loc I like your style
Stepping on necks with real pressure as if it was a floor tile
Thank God for these blessings, got anxiety I be stressing
Trying to learn life lessons, still young so I still have a lot of questions
Why people lie and be fake, they don't want to see you do great
Why can't others and I relate because my heart not so full of hate
(Relate)
Gotta go in on the whole second verse, im all on the field
And im running the turf, feeling to wavy so I might just go surf
Rap on the beat and it's getting bezerk, niggas is lame
So I call them twerps, I only smoke green I do not pop no perks
All in the shadows creeping I lurk, I got them Franklins but im not Kirk
We lit as hell and we outside I done messed around and got drunk
Rapping hard while we got the beat rocking kicking all up in the trunk
Like lil jon and that good juice mane im trying to get crunk
Aww hell I done did too much damn now my black ass is slumped
Bidness talk with the homies we just trying to get rich
She throw it fast and we knockin nigga and I hit it just like a pitch
She chose me and im real chill she oou Loc I like your style
Stepping on necks with real pressure as if it was a floor tile
Thank God for these blessings, got anxiety I be stressing
Trying to learn life lessons, still young so I still have a lot of questions
Why people lie and be fake, they don't want to see you do great
Why can't others and I relate cause my heart not so full of hate
(Relate)
Im really superb and then your talent my nigga really subpar
Im chiefin the earth but it feel like im on the next planet it's Mars
With depression I battle with life so I definitely have me some scars
Yeah mane we cruisin', touching the money it's soothing
Kicking back and then we grooving, you a loser in other words you a dofus
Im a dawg but im not roofus, hit you then leave you toothless
Yes it can get ruthless, chasing dreams im pursing
Like big sean boy I do this, that this is my start no this isn't my conclusion
Bidness talk with the homies we just trying to get rich
She throw it fast and we knockin nigga and I hit it just like a pitch
She chose me & im real chill she oou Loc I like your style
Stepping on necks with real pressure as if it was a floor tile
Thank God for these blessings, got anxiety I be stressing
Trying to learn life lessons, still young so I still have a lot of questions
Why people lie and be fake, they don't want to see you do great
Why can't others and I relate because my heart not so full of hate
(Relate)
Gotta go in on the whole second verse, im all on the field
And im running the turf, feeling to wavy so I might just go surf
Rap on the beat and it's getting bezerk, niggas is lame
So I call them twerps, I only smoke green I do not pop no perks
All in the shadows creeping I lurk, I got them Franklins but im not Kirk
We lit as hell and we outside I done messed around and got drunk
Rapping hard while we got the beat rocking kicking all up in the trunk
Like lil jon and that good juice mane im trying to get crunk
Aww hell I done did too much damn now my black ass is slumped
Bidness talk with the homies we just trying to get rich
She throw it fast and we knockin nigga and I hit it just like a pitch
She chose me and im real chill she oou Loc I like your style
Stepping on necks with real pressure as if it was a floor tile
Thank God for these blessings, got anxiety I be stressing
Trying to learn life lessons, still young so I still have a lot of questions
Why people lie and be fake, they don't want to see you do great
Why can't others and I relate cause my heart not so full of hate
(Relate)
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Writer(s): Zeandre Cole
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