Cuzzo Free ! (feat. E.G)

Boy that nic cloud don't compare to this pound
Exhale this loud I'm dreaming bout big crowds
I became a preacher so Im making cents now
Still fuck 12 even though cuzzo just got off the trial
Still make bread even though I know they don't wan see me smile
I feel pain but it disappears whenever I see a pile
No friends onna net you never know who be tryna see ya files
Driving wit packs that if they see then I'll be gon a while
Doin this shit wit style
She wan be here for clout
Shout in my ear with doubt
Just hoping my pops be proud
Foot on the pedal
Not on my level
If I steer I'm out
Been through worst
Blessed with a curse
Still dropping tears and smile
She think she the shit she so last year yessir she minimal
Designer on me fee for the reach we put you in the ground
I'm up in the clouds loading up rounds don't think I'm coming down
Bro keep his tool tucked down
Just to keep them fools from round

I treat the oops like I'm foolio
I keep a eighth for the studio
Bitch not mean she moody though
I let her eat it before the show byBro
E only copping a 4fo4
Bro say it's mid we at his door
Niggas not hearing the audio
I'm the real goat that y'all waiting on
I'm sitting here like what's taking long
I was the one wit the bape bag on



Credits
Writer(s): Elon Gary
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