Saturday

Oh, numbers
Okay I see they want another black on a track Spittin' this crack
Mixed it with facts, On a higher level push it in packs
Perhaps puffin this suger shack could keep me relaxed enough
To keep me focus on this one route to get my pockets stuff like bruh
Know I Told you not to worry about that
Look at the bigger picture with some rolls in the back
Be like peter piper that picked the pepper tryna react
But only picking plotting moments
Never wait for relapse We milkin' it
Last line for my day one fans That know this shit
Back when I had the ease to resist and stay legit
Medicated plus a sip of the fifth
Don't plan to quit cause every dream gotta come with some poison so take ya pick
Shh y'all ain't really talkin bout shit Bro
Have the money I rather be GR's new hero
Don't get it twisted I'm after my green like yellow
I'm absolute I only care how far I'm from zero

Making moves sittin' still stuff be killing me
Everyday it feel like I'm losing my energy
In a place where anyone could be your enemy
Making moves sittin still stuff be killing me
Everyday it feel like I'm losing my energy
In a place where anyone could be your enemy

Uh, okay I guess they want another one
Uh, okay I guess they want another one
Uh, okay I guess they want another one
Uh, okay I guess they want another one
Uh, okay I see they want another one
Uh, okay I see they want another one
Uh, okay I see they want another one
Uh, well we gone give it to em



Credits
Writer(s): Miles Taylor
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