Damn!

Damn
I was just sitting in cuffs
Damn
This nigga in here he been here for a month
Damn
He asked what I did boy I had bitch tucked
I don't eat pork it's bologna for lunch
I got fight this case like that bitch threw a punch
Fuck, Damn
Back in New York that shìt had me in rut I gotta get up for class in the morning
If State give me F it don't matter no more
Sometimes I be feeling like you mad at me Lord
(Aye)
But these blessings keep coming
I'm adding some more
(Wait)
Adding some more
Adding some more
Adding some more
Adding some more

I beat that case and then ran up some more
Back at the trap I count up on the floor
I take the pressure it make me immortal
I'm not from here like a jumped through a portal
Drink in my cup the same color as coral
And my room is trapped out
Treat like a wrestling ring i just made her tap out
Treat the stu just like a crack house I got crack now I had gave up Dottie for a while but I'm back now
I need a Benz so I gotta focus like ford
And it like 4 in the morning
I woke my bitch up she yawning
Say i got power like Austin
I'm not exhausted say you need all of me that's where you lost it
Pop a prescription pay me like a subscription
I feel like a menace I feel like I'm Dennis and we gone be in a minute
I feel like john Lennon cigar with za up in it
Thousand jeans to hold my racks right now no Glock in it
I'm just focused on my racks and she keep stalking it
Most these niggas just be talking they ain't walking it
They could smell me in the room soon as I walked in it
I'm the highest in the room soon as i walk in it
I took a 8th of the shrooms to the face
Hop in my car and i drive like a race hop in the stu
And I'm going right off the dome with niggas that run in your home
I'm living fast paced
Life is a fast race
You up in last place
You hating I'll beat your ass just like my last case
I just walked in this bitch like I might be pulling fraud
I don't play with cards but I'll still come through pull your card
Better check your window see what's in your yard
I feel like Freddy Kruger
On Elm Street chillin counting mula

Damn
I was just sitting in cuffs
Damn
This nigga in here he been here for a month
Damn
He asked what I did boy I had bitch tucked
I don't eat pork it's bologna for lunch
I got fight this case like that bitch threw a punch
Fuck, Damn
Back in New York that shit had me in rut I gotta get up for class in the morning
If state give me F it don't matter no more
Sometimes I be feeling like you mad at me Lord
(Aye)
But these blessings keep coming
I'm adding some more
(Wait)
Adding some more
Adding some more
Adding some more
Adding some more



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy K Bankston Jr.
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