Withdraw (feat. Yung Franklin)
Damn, I be hating withdraw
Feeling effects
Not fucking with ya'll
Never said that I cared
Throw everything, I own in the air
I'm tryna, stack to a benz
You know how it is
I'm just like all of my friends
Yeah
I'm just like my friends
Fuck all my foes
Heat in the cold
Turn that shit gold
Hit em with flows
Break out of the mold
Fuck all of that shit you be saying you know
Havn't you heard that pilot the goat
Jump in the game, with my own lane
Pave your way if you craving some fame
Different place, but shit still the same
Smoking on clouds, yeah, ill be fading away
Fading away
Fading away
Yea
I'll be
Fading away
Franklin
Smoking on leafs
Memories
Fading away
We high then a bitch
Get on our phrase
And the Pilot is Trace
I take it day by day
Got locked up
I didn't talk
All I did was lay
See I'm
Mentally lit
O' so gone
But I gotta another one lit
Clocked in
On a job
But I could
Be hitting licks
It be yo own city
That wanna see you dead
See that's crazy as shit
And maybe this ain't meant
But I fell like
I'm one of the ones
And I ain't talking about cents
I'm having withdrawals
Let me turn up
Scent
That rich life
That's what I'm tryna get
That's what am gone get
Fuck a deal
But I will blow
With some big money quick
I won't stop
Even when i finish
So I'm never ending
And everybody sinning
I woke up today
That's why I say I'm winning
Yea
And Imma smoke another one
Burn it up like the summer time
Imma keep it one hundred
I ain't got no reason to be lying
Feeling effects
Not fucking with ya'll
Never said that I cared
Throw everything, I own in the air
I'm tryna, stack to a benz
You know how it is
I'm just like all of my friends
Yeah
I'm just like my friends
Fuck all my foes
Heat in the cold
Turn that shit gold
Hit em with flows
Break out of the mold
Fuck all of that shit you be saying you know
Havn't you heard that pilot the goat
Jump in the game, with my own lane
Pave your way if you craving some fame
Different place, but shit still the same
Smoking on clouds, yeah, ill be fading away
Fading away
Fading away
Yea
I'll be
Fading away
Franklin
Smoking on leafs
Memories
Fading away
We high then a bitch
Get on our phrase
And the Pilot is Trace
I take it day by day
Got locked up
I didn't talk
All I did was lay
See I'm
Mentally lit
O' so gone
But I gotta another one lit
Clocked in
On a job
But I could
Be hitting licks
It be yo own city
That wanna see you dead
See that's crazy as shit
And maybe this ain't meant
But I fell like
I'm one of the ones
And I ain't talking about cents
I'm having withdrawals
Let me turn up
Scent
That rich life
That's what I'm tryna get
That's what am gone get
Fuck a deal
But I will blow
With some big money quick
I won't stop
Even when i finish
So I'm never ending
And everybody sinning
I woke up today
That's why I say I'm winning
Yea
And Imma smoke another one
Burn it up like the summer time
Imma keep it one hundred
I ain't got no reason to be lying
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Writer(s): Marcus Smith
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