Habitz

Jumping outta bed i go and chase that cake
Chasing after that dough no time to conversate
Im staying in my lane these nights i stay up late

Dont need a lamb, really need a benz 2010, body kit fresh out the gym
Life like sims, dont wanna play wit them, im like One punch man you gon' catch
These hands. One up im big up, swag from Japan. Wit my latina and she half
Mexican, shoutouts my primo. Shoutouts to my fam. Did this for the people
Shoutouts to my fans. ayye

Told him watch his mouth, ayye
I dun socked him out, ayye
F bout all dat clout ayye
F bout all dat clout ayye

I ain't ever been private, tell them niggas stop hiding
Why they frontin and denying, steeze really on some fly s

Why that n drive electric, best salute me like veteran
Been up late makin hits foreal. Yall n really been fakin

Whip a foriegn out the country, pulled a 10 shorty a dime piece, still i cant trust her
Only trust my fam and team, you make believe I Achieve any and everything
Yuh, You wanna doubt me
Because you're absent in your essence
I do it without a Team and still im here progressing
I learned from losses they converted into lessons
Im so lifted im far off from all that stressing
I'll teach you lessons lil n count yo blessings
I am intelligent lil Steeze the intellectual
Im by my lonely i am not Here just to mess wit you

I feel like 'gucci mane' because im gucci mane
Staying in my lane i did the dash like free Tay-k
Wipe me down off white tee and i used to rock them bapes
Better talk dat pay or we no conversate

Im in the stu wit Lou i told him they aint dedicated
Every hit that i drop is a track; so n stop playing
F what you saying you aint seen how we dun came in

Married to the money haters rest in peace, running up the funds i made a money tree
I really am big up but call me lil steeze. Highkey, lowkey they stay B rating me
Highkey, lowkey nobody in my league. Im from the underground im so underneath



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Writer(s): Robert Starks
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