Always
Fuck all that talking
Man I bout a stack
Fuck what they doing
I'm always where the business at
My heads always in the books
Like it should've been in school
Laid back and out the way
I've always been that dude
Around the way might grab her waist
Day 1 we been that cool
When days was hard I'd hit your line
You'd always get me through
Say she miss me and vice versa
Yo know I'm coming through
If the coppas get me while in route
Just know I ain't dissing you
Tell me
Why these broke niggas always hating
My name always in they mouth
It's funny tasting
Slow day at the E.R
I ain't got no patients
Of me they tryna get the best
They time is wasting
I mean wasting they time
I'm always on my grind
How the gears be in the clocks
I manage all my time
Try to knock me out the box
You miss and we sliding
Bro nem pull up pop your top
Ain't no ducking and hiding
We young and conniving
We live to survive
This survival of the fitest
Cant have a weak mind
They mad we dit it
Punch our ticket
This shit took some time
This lil light of mine
I'm gone let it shine
And if your ways become wicked
I'm hitting your spine
They mad we did it
Punched our ticket
This shit took some time
This lil light of mine
I'm gone let it shine
And if your ways become wicked
I'm hitting your spine
Fuck all that talking
Man I bout a stack
Fuck what they doing
I'm always where the business at
My heads always in the books
Like it should've been in school
Laid back and out the way
I've always been that dude
Around the way might grab her waist
Day 1 we been that cool
When days was hard I'd hit your line
You'd always get me through
Say she miss me and vice versa
Yo know I'm coming through
If the coppas get me while in route
Just know I ain't dissing you
It's my time to shine
It feels amazing
Bitch I'm hotter than oven
Oh yeah I'm blazing
Blue bills on me bout time I face it
You can have it all
Before I ever let you take me
I cut the grass low
Before they snaked me
Stool pigeon nigga
You siting and conversating
School picture with her
We sitting and making faces
Get em through the villa
We shipping to different places
I will never tell
I state to state shit
Them boys my tail
But they can't trace it
Getting cheese like rotel
I dip and taste it
Caught up to them
Didn't break a sweat
Bitch call me Jason
I can track them bands on a Fitbit
Like I'm pacing
Fake love and real hate
They both dangerous
If I sense it SOL
Can't be acquainted
Man I bout a stack
Fuck what they doing
I'm always where the business at
My heads always in the books
Like it should've been in school
Laid back and out the way
I've always been that dude
Around the way might grab her waist
Day 1 we been that cool
When days was hard I'd hit your line
You'd always get me through
Say she miss me and vice versa
Yo know I'm coming through
If the coppas get me while in route
Just know I ain't dissing you
Tell me
Why these broke niggas always hating
My name always in they mouth
It's funny tasting
Slow day at the E.R
I ain't got no patients
Of me they tryna get the best
They time is wasting
I mean wasting they time
I'm always on my grind
How the gears be in the clocks
I manage all my time
Try to knock me out the box
You miss and we sliding
Bro nem pull up pop your top
Ain't no ducking and hiding
We young and conniving
We live to survive
This survival of the fitest
Cant have a weak mind
They mad we dit it
Punch our ticket
This shit took some time
This lil light of mine
I'm gone let it shine
And if your ways become wicked
I'm hitting your spine
They mad we did it
Punched our ticket
This shit took some time
This lil light of mine
I'm gone let it shine
And if your ways become wicked
I'm hitting your spine
Fuck all that talking
Man I bout a stack
Fuck what they doing
I'm always where the business at
My heads always in the books
Like it should've been in school
Laid back and out the way
I've always been that dude
Around the way might grab her waist
Day 1 we been that cool
When days was hard I'd hit your line
You'd always get me through
Say she miss me and vice versa
Yo know I'm coming through
If the coppas get me while in route
Just know I ain't dissing you
It's my time to shine
It feels amazing
Bitch I'm hotter than oven
Oh yeah I'm blazing
Blue bills on me bout time I face it
You can have it all
Before I ever let you take me
I cut the grass low
Before they snaked me
Stool pigeon nigga
You siting and conversating
School picture with her
We sitting and making faces
Get em through the villa
We shipping to different places
I will never tell
I state to state shit
Them boys my tail
But they can't trace it
Getting cheese like rotel
I dip and taste it
Caught up to them
Didn't break a sweat
Bitch call me Jason
I can track them bands on a Fitbit
Like I'm pacing
Fake love and real hate
They both dangerous
If I sense it SOL
Can't be acquainted
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Writer(s): Kevin Graham
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