Judge Me By My Progress
Cashout came with da truth
Big racks, big facts
Hopped inna booth
Stu with da crew
Whippin', flippin', cooking the food
Might need a ladder, niggas be capping
I'm high, it don't even matter
Fill up the plate
We splitting the platter
Gas rolled, smoking that after
See through the actors
Keep it a buck, not even factors
No shade, I juss be laughing
Better yet, missing like Casper
Pockets got fatter
Turned to society
Masked by insanity
Driven by faith, is you feelin' me
I got my name up
Females finesse, they mess with em angles
Nd niggas juss change up
Out here creatin' the vibe
Pull up the snap, where are my guys
Don't know bout that pain up inside
Forever gon slide when it's time
I drip up, don't trip up, I get to the bag
Fuck it, this a daily grind
I make it happen, make it mine
Feel my time running, I shine
Clocks ticking get moving, what you waiting for
No signal, might be ya mind
No excuses, plan it out Nd do the time
Keep it cool, everything will be juss fine
That's my brother, yea he slime slime
I got no other, like mine
Still on the court passing out sum dimes
Finna make a couple more stacks, like nine
Big racks, big facts
Hopped inna booth
Stu with da crew
Whippin', flippin', cooking the food
Might need a ladder, niggas be capping
I'm high, it don't even matter
Fill up the plate
We splitting the platter
Gas rolled, smoking that after
See through the actors
Keep it a buck, not even factors
No shade, I juss be laughing
Better yet, missing like Casper
Pockets got fatter
Turned to society
Masked by insanity
Driven by faith, is you feelin' me
I got my name up
Females finesse, they mess with em angles
Nd niggas juss change up
Out here creatin' the vibe
Pull up the snap, where are my guys
Don't know bout that pain up inside
Forever gon slide when it's time
I drip up, don't trip up, I get to the bag
Fuck it, this a daily grind
I make it happen, make it mine
Feel my time running, I shine
Clocks ticking get moving, what you waiting for
No signal, might be ya mind
No excuses, plan it out Nd do the time
Keep it cool, everything will be juss fine
That's my brother, yea he slime slime
I got no other, like mine
Still on the court passing out sum dimes
Finna make a couple more stacks, like nine
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Writer(s): Travis Dolcine
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