Chandeliers
Yeah
Yeah!
Count my current blessings
Then it's back to manifesting
Appreciate organic love but I dwell on deception
Having convos with my ex she think I seek acceptance
Shit she might be right
Some nights I can't neglect it
At other nights I'm reckless
Like middle finger perspectives
They think I fell off
Surprise cause I'm well off
Counting money driving pass
The job I used to tell off
Cop'd a glick' since the city filthy
Like the smell off
And the aim legit from the hip
Can knock a snell off
Finish off the day with funds I used to take weeks to make
Niggas flexing on the gram in real life they just run in place
Going nowhere fast while you wasting laps
I'm thinking Jag
Better yet might get a Bens
Pull out with your lady friend
I want this shit til' the end
So i up'd my skillset
From stu' time to selling beats
And look at me I still rap
Even gave out lessons to some youngins'
And they kill tracks
Paid to help the culture move
Nigga my career set!
Teachers used to always ask me what's goin' be my plan B
Shit whatever's goin' lead back to A
Yeah
Told my brothers they goin' know when it's our year
Pendants hanging from our necks like they chandeliers
Twenty thousand plus out Madison Square
Court side the next day they got Joel in here
Used to catch the train with the rats like they tell in here
Now I pay my chauffeur for a travel fair
Champagne in the back I told her don't get trashed in here
She just wanna' vibe and lay back no reclining chair
No what's coming next, hands tied got me pulling hair
Thanking God I didn't miss on my prime
Almost seen my dreams demise
I had to strengthen the mind
On the low I wasted time
Late arrival learned the grind
I ain't come in like Lebron
But I might go out like Tom
Don't ever question how deep in this I'm invested
Late arrival, but I been knocking shit off my checklist
I been hit with spirals in life and shit had me stressin'
Couple set backs done left me salt like Epson
Now I went from cop'n Effen to that D'usse
Leveled up my pay rate
Every week got due dates
Niggas thought I wouldn't bloom
Now we talking bouquet
Tripping like I'm on some shroom
Hand full of blue face no fugaz'
I react the best when my back at the wall
Conversations with my dog one minute left on the call
Swear we both done seen it all within our path
But you know rain is rain
Major weight, lead by our mistakes but we still staying sane
Creeping through Virginia like I been the man
That small taste of school fame, thought I was in demand
Had to lock it down now I move with a plan
Never burned a bridge I'm one resourceful man
Maybe one or two off some women I played
Always wanted relations but I had player ways
Seen my first child before eleventh grade
The only plan I had in mind was not to run away
I told her I apologize I lacked financial ways
Her first couple years around, think I was in a daze
I was so broke I used to hate money
In my feels like I ain't still need to make money
Appreciate the mothers cause they let me grow
From the concrete I rose
But shit I'm solid gold
Told my brothers they goin' know when it's our year
Pendants hanging from our necks like they chandeliers
Twenty thousand plus out Madison Square
Yeah
Yeah!
Count my current blessings
Then it's back to manifesting
Appreciate organic love but I dwell on deception
Having convos with my ex she think I seek acceptance
Shit she might be right
Some nights I can't neglect it
At other nights I'm reckless
Like middle finger perspectives
They think I fell off
Surprise cause I'm well off
Counting money driving pass
The job I used to tell off
Cop'd a glick' since the city filthy
Like the smell off
And the aim legit from the hip
Can knock a snell off
Finish off the day with funds I used to take weeks to make
Niggas flexing on the gram in real life they just run in place
Going nowhere fast while you wasting laps
I'm thinking Jag
Better yet might get a Bens
Pull out with your lady friend
I want this shit til' the end
So i up'd my skillset
From stu' time to selling beats
And look at me I still rap
Even gave out lessons to some youngins'
And they kill tracks
Paid to help the culture move
Nigga my career set!
Teachers used to always ask me what's goin' be my plan B
Shit whatever's goin' lead back to A
Yeah
Told my brothers they goin' know when it's our year
Pendants hanging from our necks like they chandeliers
Twenty thousand plus out Madison Square
Court side the next day they got Joel in here
Used to catch the train with the rats like they tell in here
Now I pay my chauffeur for a travel fair
Champagne in the back I told her don't get trashed in here
She just wanna' vibe and lay back no reclining chair
No what's coming next, hands tied got me pulling hair
Thanking God I didn't miss on my prime
Almost seen my dreams demise
I had to strengthen the mind
On the low I wasted time
Late arrival learned the grind
I ain't come in like Lebron
But I might go out like Tom
Don't ever question how deep in this I'm invested
Late arrival, but I been knocking shit off my checklist
I been hit with spirals in life and shit had me stressin'
Couple set backs done left me salt like Epson
Now I went from cop'n Effen to that D'usse
Leveled up my pay rate
Every week got due dates
Niggas thought I wouldn't bloom
Now we talking bouquet
Tripping like I'm on some shroom
Hand full of blue face no fugaz'
I react the best when my back at the wall
Conversations with my dog one minute left on the call
Swear we both done seen it all within our path
But you know rain is rain
Major weight, lead by our mistakes but we still staying sane
Creeping through Virginia like I been the man
That small taste of school fame, thought I was in demand
Had to lock it down now I move with a plan
Never burned a bridge I'm one resourceful man
Maybe one or two off some women I played
Always wanted relations but I had player ways
Seen my first child before eleventh grade
The only plan I had in mind was not to run away
I told her I apologize I lacked financial ways
Her first couple years around, think I was in a daze
I was so broke I used to hate money
In my feels like I ain't still need to make money
Appreciate the mothers cause they let me grow
From the concrete I rose
But shit I'm solid gold
Told my brothers they goin' know when it's our year
Pendants hanging from our necks like they chandeliers
Twenty thousand plus out Madison Square
Yeah
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Writer(s): Thomas Nixon Jr
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