Down
Ain't nobody gonna break me
And tell me that I can't
I just got my digits
Wrapped around by rubber bands
I be feeling down
Feeling like I'm out of plans
Hopped up in a jet
And I'm sleep until it lands
All my old friends
Yeah they left while I was down
Came up from the ground
Gonna make my family proud
I don't chase no bitch
Ima let come around
Cookies really loud
I can't ever make a sound
Momma told me Son I Got bills to Pay
I got up in the Stu told her
"Ima find a way"
I ain't gonna work
But I'm gonna get my pay
And if you gotta problem ima get you
Out my way
Ion got time
For the arguing online
Cause In the meantime
Got your girl up on my line
Bitch, I'm young and rich
I can blow at any time
Now I'm stuck up in her mind
I just make hit after hit
It's always a hit not a miss
Need a whole mop diamonds drip
Fiji all over my fit
I'm young that's why he is so pissed
All I wanted was Gucci the print
All I wanted was money and drip
Now I got money but Y'all ain't seen
Shit
Woah
This life of jealousy
Woah
What is up with your energy
Woah
Fuck all you niggas
Now I'm finna kill em' all
Woah
Ain't nobody gonna break me
And tell me that I can't
I just got my digits
Wrapped around by rubber bands
I be feeling down
Feeling like I'm out of plans
Hopped up in a jet
And I'm sleep until it lands
All my old friends
Yeah they left while I was down
Came up from the ground
Gonna make my family proud
I don't chase no bitch
Ima let come around
Cookies really loud
I can't ever make a sound
And tell me that I can't
I just got my digits
Wrapped around by rubber bands
I be feeling down
Feeling like I'm out of plans
Hopped up in a jet
And I'm sleep until it lands
All my old friends
Yeah they left while I was down
Came up from the ground
Gonna make my family proud
I don't chase no bitch
Ima let come around
Cookies really loud
I can't ever make a sound
Momma told me Son I Got bills to Pay
I got up in the Stu told her
"Ima find a way"
I ain't gonna work
But I'm gonna get my pay
And if you gotta problem ima get you
Out my way
Ion got time
For the arguing online
Cause In the meantime
Got your girl up on my line
Bitch, I'm young and rich
I can blow at any time
Now I'm stuck up in her mind
I just make hit after hit
It's always a hit not a miss
Need a whole mop diamonds drip
Fiji all over my fit
I'm young that's why he is so pissed
All I wanted was Gucci the print
All I wanted was money and drip
Now I got money but Y'all ain't seen
Shit
Woah
This life of jealousy
Woah
What is up with your energy
Woah
Fuck all you niggas
Now I'm finna kill em' all
Woah
Ain't nobody gonna break me
And tell me that I can't
I just got my digits
Wrapped around by rubber bands
I be feeling down
Feeling like I'm out of plans
Hopped up in a jet
And I'm sleep until it lands
All my old friends
Yeah they left while I was down
Came up from the ground
Gonna make my family proud
I don't chase no bitch
Ima let come around
Cookies really loud
I can't ever make a sound
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Writer(s): John Romero
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