What it Seems
I had to stack that money up, because this shit ain't what it seem
Moving on my own I had to manifest my dreams
Cut off everybody cause they picking for my green
Feeling like they at my head with a green beam
I put my trust in GOD that's who gone believe in me
My folks yeah they be tripping bout this weed, that's why I leave the scene
I be leaning in my walk, Its like I'm sipping on that lean, no promethazine
Clean my body from all of this toxic and I fill it up with weed, no pain on me
I'm stress reliever
All the times that I been hurt I give it back to Jesus
All the times that I been hurt, yeah I give it back to Jesus
If you get a bag and hold it down they go respect that
Lil bro keep that 30 pack you touch him you might get that
I was raised to get it
But I guess you could've guessed that
22 plus 23 might hit right where yo chest at
It's a lot of shit that make me sick, outsider like I'm kapernick
My feeling they been tampered with, my mind and heart like politics
Like democratic -republicans
I'm making some good money, but this work it just ain't cutting it
My momma saw my sister turning blue cause she could barely breathe
My heart it stay attached so I could never wear it on my sleeve
You saw me going under turning blue so why you let me freeze
Been through some shit at 9
You would think a jit was Drew Brees
Ima switch it up so I can stand out, if I ever blow I'm putting my mans down
If betting I'm myself im putting a band down
When you gotta got to war don't put your hands down
Don't put your hands down
I had to stack that money up, because this shit ain't what it seem
Moving on my own I had to manifest my dreams
Cut off everybody cause they picking for my green
Feeling like they at my head with a green beam
I put my trust in GOD that's who gone believe in me
My folks yeah they be tripping bout this weed, that's why I leave the scene
I be leaning in my walk, Its like I'm sipping on that lean, no promethazine
Clean my body from all of this toxic and I fill it up with weed, no pain on me
I'm stress reliever
All the times that I been hurt I give it back to Jesus
All the times that I been hurt, yeah I give it back to Jesus
Mister Rogers it's good in the projects, Im at yo top just like a hood if you cross me
Get it bussing like a soda how I'm popping, teaching all my nigga how to get a profit
You got to stick and move because it's more then one option
You gotta keep yo cool yeah when it's time go off
She got dat super head I like the way she blow off
Atm the gang, you know we bout to show out
Show out, show out, you know we bout to show out
Hopefully my music it can make it to the roll loud
She lookin good Megan good how she roll bounce
Thinking bout the badder days I wanna crash out
Thinking bout dem fashion day I wanna cash out
run this money up until I cannot Cash out
They try to milk me like I'm a personal Cash cow
Get it in, get it out, nigga back out
I had to stack that money up, because this shit ain't what it seem
Moving on my own I had to manifest my dreams
Cut off everybody cause they picking for my green
Feeling like they at my head with a green beam
I put my trust in GOD that's who gone believe in me
My folks yeah they be tripping bout this weed, that's why I leave the scene
I be leaning in my walk, Its like I'm sipping on that lean, no promethazine
Clean my body from all of this toxic and I fill it up with weed, no pain on me
I'm stress reliever
All the times that I been hurt I give it back to Jesus
All the times that I been hurt, yeah I give it back to Jesus
Moving on my own I had to manifest my dreams
Cut off everybody cause they picking for my green
Feeling like they at my head with a green beam
I put my trust in GOD that's who gone believe in me
My folks yeah they be tripping bout this weed, that's why I leave the scene
I be leaning in my walk, Its like I'm sipping on that lean, no promethazine
Clean my body from all of this toxic and I fill it up with weed, no pain on me
I'm stress reliever
All the times that I been hurt I give it back to Jesus
All the times that I been hurt, yeah I give it back to Jesus
If you get a bag and hold it down they go respect that
Lil bro keep that 30 pack you touch him you might get that
I was raised to get it
But I guess you could've guessed that
22 plus 23 might hit right where yo chest at
It's a lot of shit that make me sick, outsider like I'm kapernick
My feeling they been tampered with, my mind and heart like politics
Like democratic -republicans
I'm making some good money, but this work it just ain't cutting it
My momma saw my sister turning blue cause she could barely breathe
My heart it stay attached so I could never wear it on my sleeve
You saw me going under turning blue so why you let me freeze
Been through some shit at 9
You would think a jit was Drew Brees
Ima switch it up so I can stand out, if I ever blow I'm putting my mans down
If betting I'm myself im putting a band down
When you gotta got to war don't put your hands down
Don't put your hands down
I had to stack that money up, because this shit ain't what it seem
Moving on my own I had to manifest my dreams
Cut off everybody cause they picking for my green
Feeling like they at my head with a green beam
I put my trust in GOD that's who gone believe in me
My folks yeah they be tripping bout this weed, that's why I leave the scene
I be leaning in my walk, Its like I'm sipping on that lean, no promethazine
Clean my body from all of this toxic and I fill it up with weed, no pain on me
I'm stress reliever
All the times that I been hurt I give it back to Jesus
All the times that I been hurt, yeah I give it back to Jesus
Mister Rogers it's good in the projects, Im at yo top just like a hood if you cross me
Get it bussing like a soda how I'm popping, teaching all my nigga how to get a profit
You got to stick and move because it's more then one option
You gotta keep yo cool yeah when it's time go off
She got dat super head I like the way she blow off
Atm the gang, you know we bout to show out
Show out, show out, you know we bout to show out
Hopefully my music it can make it to the roll loud
She lookin good Megan good how she roll bounce
Thinking bout the badder days I wanna crash out
Thinking bout dem fashion day I wanna cash out
run this money up until I cannot Cash out
They try to milk me like I'm a personal Cash cow
Get it in, get it out, nigga back out
I had to stack that money up, because this shit ain't what it seem
Moving on my own I had to manifest my dreams
Cut off everybody cause they picking for my green
Feeling like they at my head with a green beam
I put my trust in GOD that's who gone believe in me
My folks yeah they be tripping bout this weed, that's why I leave the scene
I be leaning in my walk, Its like I'm sipping on that lean, no promethazine
Clean my body from all of this toxic and I fill it up with weed, no pain on me
I'm stress reliever
All the times that I been hurt I give it back to Jesus
All the times that I been hurt, yeah I give it back to Jesus
Credits
Writer(s): Treyoun Johnson
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