3.14
Yup
Yo
When you hear that sound
That means niggas is elevating
Right
Ya mean
But lets get it
Yep
Yo
I thank God for the wake up
Now I got a chance to get cake up
(Woah)
3.14 In the fronto
(Right)
I got more pies than a baker
(Yea)
Ballin til I gaze pon my maker
Real one hold me down, undertaker
(Yes Lord)
I ain't lookin back on the way up
I'm Far from sober don't wait up
Discarding money
Fucking up
Benjamin Buttons
Push start whip lil baby I'm floorin it
Too high
Paper planes
Rolled and I'm blowin it
I'm too fly
Slay on the Eagles I'm soarin shit
This shit lite shawty
I aint even forcing it
I should do it twice just for dem to see
Maybe he just born with it
I get the mac to ya face like Maybelline
Yea, Still on the face of the earth
But in nirvana like Cobain, Kurt
Treatin everyday like a blessing
Even though that I'm stressing
Got niggas that's one with the dirt
Yea
Big bird under my shirt
I got more tats all on my arm
And a bad bitch all on my mind
Disciplined cant let a hoe fuck up my grind
Right right
Right right
I thank God for the wake up
Now I got a chance to get cake up
(Woah)
3.14 In the fronto
(Right)
I got more pies than a baker
(Yea)
Ballin til I gaze pon my maker
Real one hold me down, undertaker
(Yes Lord)
I ain't lookin back on the way up
I'm Far from sober don't wait up
(Yea)
Never been phased by a face card
I love it more so when its face down
Til' you switch up
She, they, them
I can give a fuck about your pronouns
Long as the pussy on Fiji
Taste like kiwi
Body like custard
Dippin' til ya creamy
R.I.P.
pray i don't catch a cremate
Might just get that jawn back
Like a rebate
But I'm cool tho
For the one time
Real one
Worried bout mine
Go and get yours
I was that young bul runnin' to the store
Now I'm up next see what's in stores
Air Jordan 1s I done checked out
Not even ballin' I been in the game
Eleven hundo when i step out
(Big facts)
I thank God for the wake up
Now I got a chance to get cake up
(Woah)
3.14 In the fronto
(Right)
I got more pies than a baker
(Yea)
Ballin til I gaze pon my maker
Real one hold me down, undertaker
(Yes Lord)
I ain't lookin back on the way up
I'm Far from sober don't wait up
Yo
When you hear that sound
That means niggas is elevating
Right
Ya mean
But lets get it
Yep
Yo
I thank God for the wake up
Now I got a chance to get cake up
(Woah)
3.14 In the fronto
(Right)
I got more pies than a baker
(Yea)
Ballin til I gaze pon my maker
Real one hold me down, undertaker
(Yes Lord)
I ain't lookin back on the way up
I'm Far from sober don't wait up
Discarding money
Fucking up
Benjamin Buttons
Push start whip lil baby I'm floorin it
Too high
Paper planes
Rolled and I'm blowin it
I'm too fly
Slay on the Eagles I'm soarin shit
This shit lite shawty
I aint even forcing it
I should do it twice just for dem to see
Maybe he just born with it
I get the mac to ya face like Maybelline
Yea, Still on the face of the earth
But in nirvana like Cobain, Kurt
Treatin everyday like a blessing
Even though that I'm stressing
Got niggas that's one with the dirt
Yea
Big bird under my shirt
I got more tats all on my arm
And a bad bitch all on my mind
Disciplined cant let a hoe fuck up my grind
Right right
Right right
I thank God for the wake up
Now I got a chance to get cake up
(Woah)
3.14 In the fronto
(Right)
I got more pies than a baker
(Yea)
Ballin til I gaze pon my maker
Real one hold me down, undertaker
(Yes Lord)
I ain't lookin back on the way up
I'm Far from sober don't wait up
(Yea)
Never been phased by a face card
I love it more so when its face down
Til' you switch up
She, they, them
I can give a fuck about your pronouns
Long as the pussy on Fiji
Taste like kiwi
Body like custard
Dippin' til ya creamy
R.I.P.
pray i don't catch a cremate
Might just get that jawn back
Like a rebate
But I'm cool tho
For the one time
Real one
Worried bout mine
Go and get yours
I was that young bul runnin' to the store
Now I'm up next see what's in stores
Air Jordan 1s I done checked out
Not even ballin' I been in the game
Eleven hundo when i step out
(Big facts)
I thank God for the wake up
Now I got a chance to get cake up
(Woah)
3.14 In the fronto
(Right)
I got more pies than a baker
(Yea)
Ballin til I gaze pon my maker
Real one hold me down, undertaker
(Yes Lord)
I ain't lookin back on the way up
I'm Far from sober don't wait up
Credits
Writer(s): Reuben Campbell Ii
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