Out the Fog

I just be doing my thing
And some people be talking about me, I'm listening
I just went counted my money
And thought about how much money imma get again
Honestly we look like two different people
You probably cut from a different cloth
If you thought that you were winning and popping
You need to go get you a different job
People be thinking I'm soft cause I'm Hippy
I'm not with the shit that you think at all
They see that Josh getting busy with G-Pie
We hopped in a rocket and lifted off
This city hot with the hitters
We not 'bout to quit it and shout out to my dawgs
Watching me keeping my six
And I'm lighting my spliff while I'm blowing out the fog

This is my shit that I'm talking
And this is the shit that I'm ready for
Diamonds and styles galore what I'm headed for
Giving them way more than I get, of course
I raised my standards for what I what settle for
Imma get rich in this shit, not a metaphor
This what I'm better for, it's all inside
I smoke a lot just to feel so alive
People that hate me and wish that I'd die
Hippy Junior with the positive vibes
Smoke the gas while I'm sitting inside
Hit the gas disappear out of sight
Swear my stash probably blowing your mind
I done cashed out, I'm one of a kind
It's a fact I can never tell lies
You get mad cause I feel I'm the guy
I know these people get mad when I'm making my moves
And I'm moving ahead of them
But I'm a hippie at heart not an enemy
I think I work better as a friend
Know that I come for your throat I'm not tryna be goat
I'm not tryna be fitting in
I know these things they don't want me to talk about
They just want me to try to keep it in

I just be doing my thing
And some people be talking about me, I'm listening
I just went counted my money
And thought about how much money imma get again
Honestly we look like two different people
You probably cut from a different cloth
If you thought that you were winning and popping
You need to go get you a different job
People be thinking I'm soft cause I'm Hippy
I'm not with the shit that you think at all
They see that Josh getting busy with G-Pie
We hopped in a rocket and lifted off
This city hot with the hitters
We not 'bout to quit it and shout out to my dawgs
Watching me keeping my six
And I'm lighting my spliff while I'm blowing out the fog

I keep on lighting my spliffs
Strike em like lightning I'm lit, aye aye
I keep on writing this shit
High like a kite with my clique, yeah yeah
They tryna fight but they flip
Shawty be biting her lip
Dawg there's a price when I spit
All of my life been legit
Ops in my sight they get hit
I get it popping
Fuck around and imma get them to walking
Shut it down when they be talking
Bussing down all of my watches
Come around I get em shocked quick
Double down all of my options
Youngin go blaow with no caution
Fucked up my count I just lost it
Numbers don't bounce they deposit
Slumped on the couch you exhausted
Thousand Island dressing, I'm saucing like caesar
Want diamonds on my neck, they all frosted like a freezer
Can't dry em cuz they wetter than lil shawty, sea creature
Flying private on a jet it's getting expensive for a feature
I don't need a pension getting rich until the reaper
Always do a little dance when I'm spending on my Visa
Imma get the bands, ooh ooh
MAK11 busting through your speakers

I just be doing my thing
And some people be talking about me, I'm listening
I just went counted my money
And thought about how much money imma get again
Honestly we look like two different people
You probably cut from a different cloth
If you thought that you were winning and popping
You need to go get you a different job
People be thinking I'm soft cause I'm Hippy
I'm not with the shit that you think at all
They see that Josh getting busy with G-Pie
We hopped in a rocket and lifted off
This city hot with the hitters
We not 'bout to quit it and shout out to my dawgs
Watching me keeping my six
And I'm lighting my spliff while I'm blowing out the fog



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Mcdonald
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