Loaded
I can't tell you where I'm going
But all my backwoods fully loaded
I been trying to get back home
I been trying to get to you
For all them little stolen moments
Yea
But sometimes this life it forces us to calm down
My ex she hated kids I found out she's a mom now
I reconsidered our mistake the roads we've gone down
So I can't blame her at all now, that's jus wrong now
But she didn't like my music bet she feeling stupid
I made 10 grand off of clothes said I never do it
They wear my shit in Japan and now they want exclusive
Bet She look at Instagram and wonder how I'm doing
Yea
Been going strong, they surprised that we done come this far
All the trials and tribulations still made us underdogs
Fumble? nah
Been on my grind, don't make humble ya
Summer, fall
I get a bag and make it do summersaults, yea
We wasn't fortunate to have a lot
The hunger that I grew for things
Just slowly brought the savage out
Life was in collateral,was trying to dent the damage out
Figured I would risk it all
Was tired of living hand to mouth
Was starving
I was bout this close to passing out
Finally found a way for me to get my passion out
Instead of lashing out
Invested in myself and now I'm cashing out
I can't tell you where I'm going
But all my luggage fully loaded
I been trying to fly back home
Missed your text I'm not alone
I Really hope you didn't noticed
But sometimes this life it forces us to calm down
Built up discipline I wake up before my alarms now
Sunday morning writing songs
Been trying to right some wrongs now
Trying mend some broken ties
We ain't spoke in a long while
We getting old now
But let's get it straight
If you're hearing this, it's way too late
I done move on up interstate
Eliminate problems left & right
Don't Instigate
Or you'll end up in a lake
I'm sorry
Said it all before I'm tired of hearing lies
I'll pull on the scene wit all my guys and have em terrified
Yea
We see the chinks inside amor, yup
I won't stop until my bucks is banded up in amor trucks
Won't fall for anything I stand too much
I built a lifestyle wit my brothers
Niggas mad because we branching up
Was working hard but now we lampin up
Pushing Lambo' trucks, when we on vacation
I kick my sandals up
But all my backwoods fully loaded
I been trying to get back home
I been trying to get to you
For all them little stolen moments
Yea
But sometimes this life it forces us to calm down
My ex she hated kids I found out she's a mom now
I reconsidered our mistake the roads we've gone down
So I can't blame her at all now, that's jus wrong now
But she didn't like my music bet she feeling stupid
I made 10 grand off of clothes said I never do it
They wear my shit in Japan and now they want exclusive
Bet She look at Instagram and wonder how I'm doing
Yea
Been going strong, they surprised that we done come this far
All the trials and tribulations still made us underdogs
Fumble? nah
Been on my grind, don't make humble ya
Summer, fall
I get a bag and make it do summersaults, yea
We wasn't fortunate to have a lot
The hunger that I grew for things
Just slowly brought the savage out
Life was in collateral,was trying to dent the damage out
Figured I would risk it all
Was tired of living hand to mouth
Was starving
I was bout this close to passing out
Finally found a way for me to get my passion out
Instead of lashing out
Invested in myself and now I'm cashing out
I can't tell you where I'm going
But all my luggage fully loaded
I been trying to fly back home
Missed your text I'm not alone
I Really hope you didn't noticed
But sometimes this life it forces us to calm down
Built up discipline I wake up before my alarms now
Sunday morning writing songs
Been trying to right some wrongs now
Trying mend some broken ties
We ain't spoke in a long while
We getting old now
But let's get it straight
If you're hearing this, it's way too late
I done move on up interstate
Eliminate problems left & right
Don't Instigate
Or you'll end up in a lake
I'm sorry
Said it all before I'm tired of hearing lies
I'll pull on the scene wit all my guys and have em terrified
Yea
We see the chinks inside amor, yup
I won't stop until my bucks is banded up in amor trucks
Won't fall for anything I stand too much
I built a lifestyle wit my brothers
Niggas mad because we branching up
Was working hard but now we lampin up
Pushing Lambo' trucks, when we on vacation
I kick my sandals up
Credits
Writer(s): Isiah Pointer
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