Intro

Aye, I done moved dope past the state lines
I swear I seen the devil in the day time
I pray to God that they don't come take mine
Have my kids doing visits over face time
I know my mama and she pray for me daily
Cause I'm her baby and she know the streets crazy
Out west making hits under palm trees
You can say these records shady
Pop some chis do it biggie
Had the these dreams back when will was getting jiggy
In the field it get real we get busy
Spent so much dog I'm spinning getting dizzy
I might need an advil, my old chic sad still
Worried that my new chic's bag real
And all my old friends mad still
Hoping that I flop or catch a bad deal
Nope, I'm the captain of the plane and the pilot
Gemini I could be mad while I'm smiling
Polo pj's when I'm sleep i be styling
Balling hard they can't stop it so they fouling
See the plan is to get doe doe
Stack it up and then get mo mo
Not blow it all on a chic bro no
Or waist it trying to like rich nope oh



Credits
Writer(s): Sammie Benson, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur
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