Drip Season

Red and navy stripe shirt, New York just to cop it
Flew out to the east to get a tat from my partner
Traveling the states, keep me with a wider conscience
Knocking out 15 songs in a week, ima monster
Please don't beef to me, if you still live with yo mama
Boa you 25, you should be out here chasing dollars
Invested in some land, in a year a see my profit
So many trash projects, I'm jus outchea trying to stop it
Feeling like robin, or sometimes Like goblin
Elementary bars, niggas never thought of college
Got back on my square, had to finish what i started
Now I'm back with the raps, spittin so retarded
Pacing in the sand, cuz life is a beach
Maintain thru the waves, or get washed in yo sleep
Niggas try to take from me, while I'm outchea finding peace
I pray for they family, cuz my piece is still in reach

My life ain't no movie, but I'm chillin on the scene
I make sure ones around always loyal to the team
I try to stack to money, try to keep it nice and clean
Stack some that's blue, and you stack the green
Some niggas i called i bros couldn't define the loyalty
So i had to move niggas way away from the team
It even ain't shade, when you true to what you mean
When you see jus how these niggas plot and how they try to scheme
Ion even wish no harm, i just stay up in my lane
I just keep on getting checks, i jus stay true to the game



Credits
Writer(s): Tevin Ray
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