Bandwagons
Going in while I'm watching them spend
But I rather spend time with my friends
Hit the booth with my pad and my pen
Then I wake and then do it again
Giving hands, better watch what you lend
Snake niggas tryna cut off ya limbs
Mind control man they fuckin' with him
Stomp him out, gotta buy me some Timbs
It's fake love, so I'm giving it back
I'm too real, so I cannot adapt
No more friends, cannot add or subtract
I love to sing, but I know how to rap
Listen close, then you can hear that
We like some wolves, cause we rollin' in packs
Eating beats, let em know it's a snack
I pocket pass, make a play like I'm Dak
Why you speak, I don't care what you heard
Keep yo crumbs, man that shit for the birds
You just hate, cause I'm gifted with words
If I get rich, I might move to the burbs
Living good, like the Sims and the Urbz
Smoking green, so I'm rollin' up herb
Grade A, I ain't talkin' a nerd
All gold, like it's Rocky and Ferg
Trash rappers, we just kick to the curb
And I'm first, ain't no second or third
Now they look, like this man is absurd
My life a movie plus you just got served
Gas, dip, grab the wheel and I swerve
Bottle flip, they a shot vision blurred
Get a grip, you some shit like a turd
Take a trip, and don't rap no more words
Can't get lazy, there's so much to be done
And it's crazy, cause I'm just having fun
Zero kids, treat em just like my sons
And I'm first, like I said I'm the one
Harry, Lloyd, cause you dumber and dumb
Money Floyd, but you live like a bum
On my shoulder, pressure weigh like a ton
Like a clover, man my luck has begun
I caught a buzz
Working hard, and you move like a slug
Sorry man, I just do what I does
You a fan, and you live in the was
You stayed the same, and I'm moving above
You took your plans, they went under the rug
Go back to back then
You chose the back end
Sorry man, I just wish we relate
Pardon me, I just chose to be great
Early mornings, we was staying up late
Not too many that's gone do what it takes
Austin Powers, when I'm making a tape
Dark lane, I might cut on some Drake
Studio, look like inside a Wraith
Book me man, I might come to yo state
But I rather spend time with my friends
Hit the booth with my pad and my pen
Then I wake and then do it again
Giving hands, better watch what you lend
Snake niggas tryna cut off ya limbs
Mind control man they fuckin' with him
Stomp him out, gotta buy me some Timbs
It's fake love, so I'm giving it back
I'm too real, so I cannot adapt
No more friends, cannot add or subtract
I love to sing, but I know how to rap
Listen close, then you can hear that
We like some wolves, cause we rollin' in packs
Eating beats, let em know it's a snack
I pocket pass, make a play like I'm Dak
Why you speak, I don't care what you heard
Keep yo crumbs, man that shit for the birds
You just hate, cause I'm gifted with words
If I get rich, I might move to the burbs
Living good, like the Sims and the Urbz
Smoking green, so I'm rollin' up herb
Grade A, I ain't talkin' a nerd
All gold, like it's Rocky and Ferg
Trash rappers, we just kick to the curb
And I'm first, ain't no second or third
Now they look, like this man is absurd
My life a movie plus you just got served
Gas, dip, grab the wheel and I swerve
Bottle flip, they a shot vision blurred
Get a grip, you some shit like a turd
Take a trip, and don't rap no more words
Can't get lazy, there's so much to be done
And it's crazy, cause I'm just having fun
Zero kids, treat em just like my sons
And I'm first, like I said I'm the one
Harry, Lloyd, cause you dumber and dumb
Money Floyd, but you live like a bum
On my shoulder, pressure weigh like a ton
Like a clover, man my luck has begun
I caught a buzz
Working hard, and you move like a slug
Sorry man, I just do what I does
You a fan, and you live in the was
You stayed the same, and I'm moving above
You took your plans, they went under the rug
Go back to back then
You chose the back end
Sorry man, I just wish we relate
Pardon me, I just chose to be great
Early mornings, we was staying up late
Not too many that's gone do what it takes
Austin Powers, when I'm making a tape
Dark lane, I might cut on some Drake
Studio, look like inside a Wraith
Book me man, I might come to yo state
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Writer(s): Emileo Madriaga
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