Sports (remix)

Bro tell me to come over
Time to take a trip layover
We can roll up light a spliff
Roll out Chevy ona wiz
Time is ticking dont you miss
If we make it I'm gone trip
Jokes keep laughing up
Rockstar trashed am drugged
Screaming racist to the light
Blowing
Smoking
Floating like a kite
Know how we living
Spending
Dressed up I'm so fly
Woman uplifting
Blowing kisses
Tryna roll the dice
5% ain't no vision
I'm in it
Like a thousand
Let's get it
High speed racing nascar placing
Tell the truth I'm not fine waiting
Real boss thang can't smell my bag
Step out of order gone pay it up fast
Won't be first but I won't be last
Take a lot of fight crossfaded won't pass
Had a lot of shit hit the pavement fuck a crash
Writing all the stories like a sailor to its past
Dreams fury faded when I strapped up with nomask
I know I barely made it but I'm blessed I'm true to that
Last night stayed up for them up niggas to ask
Chasing all this paper skurt off aye you got fake paper
Chinese-African care don't care
Drink a drip of schaffer before we take off ina air
Blowing
Smoking
Floating like a kite
Know how we living
Spending
Dressed up I'm so fly
Woman uplifting
Blowing kisses
Tryna roll the dice
5% ain't no vision
I'm in it
Like a thousand
Let's get it
SOUL SEARCHING
WE JUST FLOATING ALL AROUND THE GALAXY
I WORK HARD FOR MY MONEY
WHY THEY GOTTA TAX ME T
AKING OVER THE RAP GAME
IS PART OF MY REALITY
GIRL LETS SPEND SOME TIME TOGETHER
PROMISE IT'S JUST YOU AND ME
I AM STONEY LONER
BUT THEY USED TO CALL ME GMONEY
IF YOU NOT MY NIGGA
YOU CAN NOT GET FEATURES FOR THE FREE
PLENTY FEMALES OUT HERE
DON'T BE TRIPPIN GO EXPLORE THE SEA
REAL YOUNG NIGGA FROM OHIO
SERVING TO THE FEENS DON'T RUN UP
I KEEP THAT BABY GLOCK UP IN MY FUCKIN JEANS
30 IN THIS CLIP YOU GET SHOT UP
IT MIGHT TAKE OUT YO SPLEEN
IM THE NICEST NIGGA BUT I KNOW
IM LOOKING HELLA MEAN
THAT'S BECAUSE THEY BROKE MY HEART AND
SENT MY SHIT FROM RED TO GREEN
Get higher than the planes
You a smoker but cant smoke with me
Jewelry hit the light and it blinding i can't really see
I just want some love and some money baby will it be
All that materialistic shit man that don't mean none to me
Fame with the loyalty oolala come to me
We can be together hit the scene looking fresh and clean
I be tryna ball like a muthafuckin athlete
Everything in life that i believe i am i wanna be
Smoke all ina air foggy whip we ina backseat
Playing tix tax to ona moonroof tryna clown me
Scoreboard all i see Xoxo
4gs ina backwood and we only 2 deep
Blowing
Smoking
Floating like a kite
Know how we living
Spending
Dressed up I'm so fly
Woman uplifting
Blowing kisses
Tryna roll the dice
5% ain't no vision
I'm in it
Like a thousand
Let's get it



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Writer(s): Carrington Emil Shropshire
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