Listening

Really feeling like
Tomorrow ain't Tomorrow
Im headed to the Wells Fargo
In cargos

Trying figure what
These other niggas on bro
Twisting round till
They dizzy and they fall short

Have nots and the haves
Never borrowed
Everyday my grandma
Had to starch clothes

Reminiscing when my dad
Never Bought clothes
Hit the clearance rack
Pop the Tag switch the Barcodes

I need a platinum plaque
And my cards like Charcole
When my uncle hit the A'
He got his Car stole

Taught me how the play
The game and ignore folks
Stay up never change
Your beyond dope

Your beyond dope
Really your beyond dope
Boy your really
Like some narcos

Turn me up so you can
Hear this thru your car door
Turn me up so you can
Hear this thru your car door

This the type of flow that'll
Leave a nigga jaw broke
Get the bag and
Skirt off like a car show

Refrigerator full of spirts
Use to haunt home
Looking around for food for thought
But it was all gone

Still fuckin wit these bitches
Like a love jones
Never could forget the days
We was all bros

We was all bros
We was all bros
Listening to the beat of traffic
When we walked home

Young black visionary
Wit an Afro
We was headed to "The Stars"
Like it's Astro

Getting high
Just to see you moving that low
Why you fronting
When you came thru the back door

I'm just a young man
Getting to this cash flow
I'm finger licking
Get it slicking like it's Castro

Stop acting like we homies
We ain't that close
We was really in the mall
Trying to bag hoes

Never pressed bout a dollar
I attract more
Tell me how you ballin
When you track score

They been trying catch the wave
But they offshore
You can catch me kicking game
In my track clothes

Uh

I'm on the block
Trying to see a Benz
I never stop treat my stocks
Like it's CNN

Born broken no other notion
But to get a Ben
I know my pops probably locked
Probably seeing Ten