Letter 2 Me
I want them hundreds them blues
Maybe a rarri or two
Coming I'm bringing crew
Gotta get high so you go on the loose
Gotta fresh cuz I'm fucking with you
Challenging me I don't with them two
Do this on daily this shit nothing new
Telling me shit that I already knew
You wouldn't know that I thought that shit too
Putting my foot on the gas
Never gone look at the map
I'm just gon pave my own path
Stay indepent for long as I can
Labels not fucking that
I'm just improving my craft
People that don't fuck with me they just laugh
I bill up go to the stu then relax
Got your bitch she on my lap she just dance
Wanna be ballin every season
Money is the reason
Opps gon treason
Hits I'm seizing
My drip freezing
Songs I'm teasing
I know I won this shi in my past
Fame can go I want the money
Hop in a foreign I wanna live fast
Fuck with my bros and I swear I'm gone blast
Digital scales we was trappin
Gardaí done caught us lacking
This shit my passion
This song a start and it ain't even a fraction
Seatbelt fastened
What's gon happen
Lay a body in a casket
Tennis chain it be flashing
My own wave I'm the captain
Working in my sleep
I be hustling to eat
Never thought that I'd be just supplying these streets
Shorti yeah sweet but this time I'm gon retreat
Cuz it's money on my mind myself and I who gon compete
Maybe a rarri or two
Coming I'm bringing crew
Gotta get high so you go on the loose
Gotta fresh cuz I'm fucking with you
Challenging me I don't with them two
Do this on daily this shit nothing new
Telling me shit that I already knew
You wouldn't know that I thought that shit too
Putting my foot on the gas
Never gone look at the map
I'm just gon pave my own path
Stay indepent for long as I can
Labels not fucking that
I'm just improving my craft
People that don't fuck with me they just laugh
I bill up go to the stu then relax
Got your bitch she on my lap she just dance
Wanna be ballin every season
Money is the reason
Opps gon treason
Hits I'm seizing
My drip freezing
Songs I'm teasing
I know I won this shi in my past
Fame can go I want the money
Hop in a foreign I wanna live fast
Fuck with my bros and I swear I'm gone blast
Digital scales we was trappin
Gardaí done caught us lacking
This shit my passion
This song a start and it ain't even a fraction
Seatbelt fastened
What's gon happen
Lay a body in a casket
Tennis chain it be flashing
My own wave I'm the captain
Working in my sleep
I be hustling to eat
Never thought that I'd be just supplying these streets
Shorti yeah sweet but this time I'm gon retreat
Cuz it's money on my mind myself and I who gon compete
Credits
Writer(s): Simonas Luko
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