W.Y.O.

I'm like what you are on ma if you ready I'm ready
Cause weighing these options is getting too heavy
I had sent you a text but you ain't get the message
Tryna see shit your way but it Ain't no reflection

It's going up
Check our trajectory I'm a cold motherfucker yea it's ice where my vessels be
Brown skin chick on my hip nicknamed her nestle
Head game so strong it's like she got telepathy

Tryna run up 10 mil then I can rest in peace if I get that i8 then the feds is not catching me
Big bank one me I'm not no treasury
May fight off that perc but it won't get the best of me
I came straight for my goals cause you know that I'm destined
Yea these niggas be broke and that shit so perplexing
Keep the fuck shit away go the other direction
If you're looking for me yea I'm right with the pressure

She like omg
Damn he look like star
She like omg
How he make this far
Expect me to crash
They want me to the fall
I done been through it all
Expect me to crash
They wait for the fall
How I make it this far
They ain't expect me to make it
On my ass
I hit 180
Hit up bills
We cop that bentaga
In the hills we feel like we made it
We ain't stuck in matrix
When it's done put us with the greatest
I remember times I was headed for them gates
Cause its hard love the world full of hate

And she like
Oh my
Oh my god
How you make it this far
How you give your soul out to the world
And lost it all
I done gave my soul out to this girl
And took that fall
And I swear its only lonely nights
I make that call

I'm like what you are on ma if you ready I'm ready
Cause weighing these options is getting too heavy
I had sent you a text but you ain't get the message
Tryna see shit your way but it Ain't no reflection

It's going up
Check our trajectory I'm a cold motherfucker yea it's ice where my vessels be
Brown skin chick on my hip nicknamed her nestle
Head game so strong it's like she got telepathy



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Writer(s): Aaron Floyd
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