Miami
I ain't had nobody I was sleeping on the floor
Pack up all your shit cause I cant deal with you no more
I was in Miami tryna get up out the storm
Started at the bottom now I'm buying out the store
What is it like
Living this life
I cant get home
On the 2 am flight
Never look back
Tryna get right
Takin my time
Got a bottle for the night
And it all seems so pretend
Nights that never seem to end nah nah
I don't know what the fuck I'ma do if I'm here again
I can't think about what I'ma do if this ain't the end
I leave all of my problems in the magic city
Gettin outta here dolo yeah nobody with me
I'ma take it as what I know yeah the feelings hit me
I'ma hustle till I'm in the bean so call me Nipsy
I'm not tryna stay another night
I'm tryna get away
Face down in my bed
Where I'm home to stay
I'm not tryna pass the time
By staying up so late
Spending dollars on these items that'll go to waste
One last straw
Before I start to go insane
I withdraw
From all emotions of today
Put it on my card
Cause I got money in the bank
Fuckin' up Miami
But I'll make it home safe
I ain't had nobody I was sleeping on the floor
Pack up all your shit cause I cant deal with you no more
I was in Miami tryna get up out the storm
Started at the bottom now I'm buying out the store
What is it like
Living this life
I cant get home
On the 2 am flight
Never look back
Tryna get right
Takin my time
Got a bottle for the night
You don't know the first fuckin' thing about me
I'ma get mine don't care if I gotta bleed
So much negativity out up in these streets
When I touch down know I'll finally be at ease
I go hard from the dawn till the dusk
Cant slow down not until I see the sun
All these lights blinding me I better run
Not there yet but I saw you jump the gun
Ay
I keep it cooling under any weather
Ay
I'm not the type to ask for something better
Ay
I'm tryna stack up pounds and pounds of cheddar
Ay
We'll make it out if we can work together
Oh these days are numbered
The beauty comes right after the thunder
No amount of pressure could make me crumble
Once I'm back from Miami this shit gon come under
I ain't had nobody I was sleeping on the floor
Pack up all your shit cause I cant deal with you no more
I was in Miami tryna get up out the storm
Started at the bottom now I'm buying out the store
What is it like
Living this life
I cant get home
On the 2 am flight
Never look back
Tryna get right
Takin my time
Got a bottle for the night
Pack up all your shit cause I cant deal with you no more
I was in Miami tryna get up out the storm
Started at the bottom now I'm buying out the store
What is it like
Living this life
I cant get home
On the 2 am flight
Never look back
Tryna get right
Takin my time
Got a bottle for the night
And it all seems so pretend
Nights that never seem to end nah nah
I don't know what the fuck I'ma do if I'm here again
I can't think about what I'ma do if this ain't the end
I leave all of my problems in the magic city
Gettin outta here dolo yeah nobody with me
I'ma take it as what I know yeah the feelings hit me
I'ma hustle till I'm in the bean so call me Nipsy
I'm not tryna stay another night
I'm tryna get away
Face down in my bed
Where I'm home to stay
I'm not tryna pass the time
By staying up so late
Spending dollars on these items that'll go to waste
One last straw
Before I start to go insane
I withdraw
From all emotions of today
Put it on my card
Cause I got money in the bank
Fuckin' up Miami
But I'll make it home safe
I ain't had nobody I was sleeping on the floor
Pack up all your shit cause I cant deal with you no more
I was in Miami tryna get up out the storm
Started at the bottom now I'm buying out the store
What is it like
Living this life
I cant get home
On the 2 am flight
Never look back
Tryna get right
Takin my time
Got a bottle for the night
You don't know the first fuckin' thing about me
I'ma get mine don't care if I gotta bleed
So much negativity out up in these streets
When I touch down know I'll finally be at ease
I go hard from the dawn till the dusk
Cant slow down not until I see the sun
All these lights blinding me I better run
Not there yet but I saw you jump the gun
Ay
I keep it cooling under any weather
Ay
I'm not the type to ask for something better
Ay
I'm tryna stack up pounds and pounds of cheddar
Ay
We'll make it out if we can work together
Oh these days are numbered
The beauty comes right after the thunder
No amount of pressure could make me crumble
Once I'm back from Miami this shit gon come under
I ain't had nobody I was sleeping on the floor
Pack up all your shit cause I cant deal with you no more
I was in Miami tryna get up out the storm
Started at the bottom now I'm buying out the store
What is it like
Living this life
I cant get home
On the 2 am flight
Never look back
Tryna get right
Takin my time
Got a bottle for the night
Credits
Writer(s): Rudy Wade
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