CB4

If you put your faith in your mission
Your thoughts on yo schemes
You'll get that you been wishing for
Now go follow yo dreams
Get dressed powder yo nose
Iron starch all yo clothes
And you find the nearest camera
Yelling strike take a pose
I get lit wit my niggas
I go up getting bigger
She might chase a few dollars
But she ain't chasing no liquor
I told you follow yo dreams
If i can do it
And i know you ain't awkward as me
And i can hardly get sleep
But how much more do i need
I ain't smoking with no nigga who got hate in his genes
I ain't rolling up no poof
This from the garden of eden
I got it all out the cement
I did it all for a reason
They cross the god
It was treason
I tell em practice they breathing
Now take a hit get a whif
I want it all full of potent
Right now don't want me no spliffs
I'm wit two Nubian goddess
Funny cause I'm at the ritz
I'm tryna build an estate
They tryna eat of my plate
I want the fish before 8
She want the wine the steak
I'm tryna get me some ahh
She told me bae it's too late
I hit the strip before 6
She think I'm starting to trip
I'm like I'm out here tryna grind
She think I'm off with a bitch
But never mind that
I just want clear intentions
Tell me where you mind at
I just be lucratively thinking
Hope i never fold
Keep my words golden
They all wan be chose
And I'm the one who chose em
Dressed in all black you might catch a contact
Tell em we need more
I tell a nigga run his mouth until his knees get sore
Niggas try to be the cru
They more like cb4
I get high and see some shit that i ain't seen before
Then I'm ghost like Demi Moore



Credits
Writer(s): Duvon Wiley
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