Possessions
260 though
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J Ro in the building got no feeling in my denim
The good finish last so you winning if you sinning
I don't fuck with rappers they be lying through their grinning
Talking bout they're diamonds dancing you can barely see the rhythm ey
Last night I probably took a shot like a hundred times
Had a shawty dirty dancing asked her ass to sanitize
Last night I probably picked my phone and blocked a hundred lines
Silly itty bitty reasons blocking me from touching skies
But, I handle mine, peep how I handle mine
Handle bars like they handled cars back in 89
Parents worried sick what can I do? What's done is done
Medical attention need a doc call me André Young
Come from the city that sleeps never we work different
Rare cloth only fuck with niggas in the same linen
Got drive and remain driven
Got pride I ain't never switching, nah
Got broke got back got hope man sum it up, I ain't worried bout the money I got
Got gin fuck lean got clean man add it up, still ain't moved by the Numbers I got
Got cream got dreams got damn it's not enough, calculator acting funny I got
Got broke got back got hope man sum it up, they see bands when I'm coming ey
Man how am I running it and a runner up
No lie you gon see hands if it's not enough
No lie I have plans for times we had it rough
No lie I have plans for times we had it rough
I want a jet, I want a black ass card and call it my pet
Woo I want to flex, I want to ball, swish, nothing but net
I want to be, one of the best, yes, cannot be less
Carnivore breath, blood on my vest, yea, oh what a mess
Repping my set, RockRz Academy baby we do not rest
Fuck all the rest, I know a hundred ohns that owe me a check
Damn it I'm blessed, but all this money on my mind, damn it I'm stressed
Blowing their minds like, I had a tec, shots to the head
My aspirations of lane paving are never changing
Man of my word it's set in stone engrave my statements
Rarely talk a lot, and I'm rarely texting but
But since you wanna know what I'm possessing... hol up
Got broke got back got hope man sum it up, I ain't worried bout the money I got
Got gin fuck lean got clean man add it up, still ain't moved by the Numbers I got
Got cream got dreams got damn it's not enough, calculator acting funny I got
Got broke got back got hope man sum it up, they see bands when I'm coming up
RockR
J Ro in the building got no feeling in my denim
The good finish last so you winning if you sinning
I don't fuck with rappers they be lying through their grinning
Talking bout they're diamonds dancing you can barely see the rhythm ey
Last night I probably took a shot like a hundred times
Had a shawty dirty dancing asked her ass to sanitize
Last night I probably picked my phone and blocked a hundred lines
Silly itty bitty reasons blocking me from touching skies
But, I handle mine, peep how I handle mine
Handle bars like they handled cars back in 89
Parents worried sick what can I do? What's done is done
Medical attention need a doc call me André Young
Come from the city that sleeps never we work different
Rare cloth only fuck with niggas in the same linen
Got drive and remain driven
Got pride I ain't never switching, nah
Got broke got back got hope man sum it up, I ain't worried bout the money I got
Got gin fuck lean got clean man add it up, still ain't moved by the Numbers I got
Got cream got dreams got damn it's not enough, calculator acting funny I got
Got broke got back got hope man sum it up, they see bands when I'm coming ey
Man how am I running it and a runner up
No lie you gon see hands if it's not enough
No lie I have plans for times we had it rough
No lie I have plans for times we had it rough
I want a jet, I want a black ass card and call it my pet
Woo I want to flex, I want to ball, swish, nothing but net
I want to be, one of the best, yes, cannot be less
Carnivore breath, blood on my vest, yea, oh what a mess
Repping my set, RockRz Academy baby we do not rest
Fuck all the rest, I know a hundred ohns that owe me a check
Damn it I'm blessed, but all this money on my mind, damn it I'm stressed
Blowing their minds like, I had a tec, shots to the head
My aspirations of lane paving are never changing
Man of my word it's set in stone engrave my statements
Rarely talk a lot, and I'm rarely texting but
But since you wanna know what I'm possessing... hol up
Got broke got back got hope man sum it up, I ain't worried bout the money I got
Got gin fuck lean got clean man add it up, still ain't moved by the Numbers I got
Got cream got dreams got damn it's not enough, calculator acting funny I got
Got broke got back got hope man sum it up, they see bands when I'm coming up
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