Jaseny
Logan
This shit sound, this shit sound beautiful
I'm a just let this shit ride a lil' bit more
Look
The city that I'm in you never celibate
You can get it now because the homies maybe sell a bit
Wrapped in cellophane you niggas cheesier than government
Never sober these the delinquents with whom I fellowship
Got it out the mud and bitches see it so they loving it
It ain't hard to choose they favorite character they coming with
I just drop the pin because it's obvious they come and get
Piping for they plumbing and I send 'em home with supplements
Sancho of the year I'm not caring about the ones they undercover with
Lay low for a year and that's about as undercover get
Pick me up for errands in her mama car she love to whip
Drive it like it'sher's with zero safety belt I crash in it
Jameson is spilling out the cup that I was filling it
I get on her nerves until she listen now she feeling it
This shit way too easy got me feeling like I'm stealing shit
Time for new clients so I picked one out the dealership
Life I love to savor, all praises to the Savior
He got me out of times where times before was feeling safer
When niggas we was loaded there was one left in the chamber
Squeezing pockets off of safety slinging shots like it's a laser, nigga
Against All Odds the militia
Ya dig that, uh
What I tell them
I remember when we struggled, we still struggle now
It's all about the muscle niggas still moving pounds
That sweet taste of victory, I love the way that sounds
The way that sounds
The way that sounds
The way that sounds
I remember when we struggled, we still struggle now
It's all about the muscle niggas still moving pounds
That sweet taste of victory, I love the way that sounds
The way that sounds
The way that sounds
The way that sounds
Started from the bottom, picking up my bootstrap
Asked me if it do but I'm just proving that it do slap
You know how a lie hit, imagine how the truth smack
My words is too authentic, these niggas hitting true crack
Thumbing through these shades with niggas who would share the block with me
I can't pick the color so I sent them off to Jaseny
I can't choose a woman if she coming off too hot for me
Real ones all I got with me
This shit sound, this shit sound beautiful
I'm a just let this shit ride a lil' bit more
Look
The city that I'm in you never celibate
You can get it now because the homies maybe sell a bit
Wrapped in cellophane you niggas cheesier than government
Never sober these the delinquents with whom I fellowship
Got it out the mud and bitches see it so they loving it
It ain't hard to choose they favorite character they coming with
I just drop the pin because it's obvious they come and get
Piping for they plumbing and I send 'em home with supplements
Sancho of the year I'm not caring about the ones they undercover with
Lay low for a year and that's about as undercover get
Pick me up for errands in her mama car she love to whip
Drive it like it'sher's with zero safety belt I crash in it
Jameson is spilling out the cup that I was filling it
I get on her nerves until she listen now she feeling it
This shit way too easy got me feeling like I'm stealing shit
Time for new clients so I picked one out the dealership
Life I love to savor, all praises to the Savior
He got me out of times where times before was feeling safer
When niggas we was loaded there was one left in the chamber
Squeezing pockets off of safety slinging shots like it's a laser, nigga
Against All Odds the militia
Ya dig that, uh
What I tell them
I remember when we struggled, we still struggle now
It's all about the muscle niggas still moving pounds
That sweet taste of victory, I love the way that sounds
The way that sounds
The way that sounds
The way that sounds
I remember when we struggled, we still struggle now
It's all about the muscle niggas still moving pounds
That sweet taste of victory, I love the way that sounds
The way that sounds
The way that sounds
The way that sounds
Started from the bottom, picking up my bootstrap
Asked me if it do but I'm just proving that it do slap
You know how a lie hit, imagine how the truth smack
My words is too authentic, these niggas hitting true crack
Thumbing through these shades with niggas who would share the block with me
I can't pick the color so I sent them off to Jaseny
I can't choose a woman if she coming off too hot for me
Real ones all I got with me
Credits
Writer(s): Damon Brazwell
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