Awards

Niggas steady trippin
I don't get em'
Baby why you leave I'm offended
Yeah!

Guess I'll just mind my business
Get so high, yes I don't mind the priviledge
Know I write
Till' my mind get overlapped
Glad I recorded that
Yeah

Thumbin' through bands
I was just lovin' you, damn!
Now I'm outta the way
Hope that my pops okay
I'm in fossil state

Pablo Picasso, if I get a bottle
Yes I can assure you that I'll be awake

Niggas trippin' off shit that I make
I got another goal today

Shout out my brothers motivate!

They trynna session in
I bless em' then

This out the box like all of my drugs
I get more live when I'm outta the club

Then I realize that the likes and the posts
Ain't the height or the growth
Ima show ya'll sumn

Ima show yaw
Uh, aye!

Ima go hard that's fun, aye!

Shout out the bay, go dumb
And my back pay don't take no month
Yeah!

Backstage
Same groupies
Bad taste
Hate yaw!

Every shot like a 8 ball
Know how I slide
Ima stay Rah
Ima

Guess they don't
Know how it feel

Guess they don't
Know how it feel

Ima need some Wards on the real
Watch ya back!
Cause them boys on the field

Guess they don't
Know how it feel

Guess they don't
Know how it feel

Ima need some Wards on the real
Watch ya back!
Cause them boys on the field

Better watch ya back
They behind ya tracks

Waiting beside ya
Move through the stumps if you need a reminder

The fear or succeedin' been hearin' them demons
Aye

Know we all hear for a reason
But you don't appear in this sequence

I'm impatient with drugs
See yo glow that's floatin' over
Like a angel of love

By the way
You my favorite, wish we could hang out a bunch

I know you satisfied
And they gone miss you when you calicize

I know the issues, situations
Since you playin' I don't care bout who you found or not

I'd rather look into my soul the inner depths
And I've been blessed to make it out alive

That's just some shit that you don't understand
Feelin' like Zeus with thunder in my hands

Photo like minds
How to remember the right times

I got more drip than a pipeline
You a temp agent, Pipe down

My sound go up for years
Buddy right now I'm buggin' yeah
Hit the blunt till' I'm freeze frame
What's a window to an apple?

I can see now how they biting hard
I was fightin off the enamel

You was the peach to my castle
Fuck all the rumors
I see you a ass hole now

Matched on ground
At the awards
Stapped on cam
That's on fam

Always gotta watch ya back
Stabbed from the side

Time to take the tower down

Guess they don't
Know how it feel

Guess they don't
Know how it feel

Ima need some Wards on the real
Watch ya back!
Cause them boys on the field

Guess they don't
Know how it feel

Guess they don't
Know how it feel

Ima need some Wards on the real
Watch ya back!
Cause them boys on the field



Credits
Writer(s): Damian Santos
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