Salute
Picture this, a young OG kicking rhymes
And it only takes a second to realize you're wasting time
Foot up on my gas I'm just staying up on my grind
I'm hella stressed I need some shit to get me out my mind
And my mind feels like it's going in a straight line
Got a couple shawtys with me and you know they fine
Say she want to get drunk but she only sip wine
And my cousin in the hood and he still committing crimes
Uh, this the first one for that TS2
Gotta get my feelings back up in this booth
All my young n**** been running tryna chase the loot
Feels like we going back to our roots
We been on the block tryna keep it together, pop like a kettle
Run up on us and we grip heavy metal
Young teens tryna get us some cheddar, do this shit with no effort
Know I had to hop up in that brand new coupe
N****why you ask if that shit got a roof
When I speak on beats shit y'all better know that I'm the truth
It don't matter what I say, I know that y'all put this on loop
That was just a sock verse, now I'm putting on my tennis shoes
Mad nigga going crazy and y'all know I lost a couple screws
When the king ride around n****, you know what them soldiers do
(Salute!)
When we walk in know we stepping
Stacking money, Tetris
I make this shit electric and you know we gripping weapons
I been running from my demons tryna fix it up with flexing
Well let me tell a lesson
Stop
And it only takes a second to realize you're wasting time
Foot up on my gas I'm just staying up on my grind
I'm hella stressed I need some shit to get me out my mind
And my mind feels like it's going in a straight line
Got a couple shawtys with me and you know they fine
Say she want to get drunk but she only sip wine
And my cousin in the hood and he still committing crimes
Uh, this the first one for that TS2
Gotta get my feelings back up in this booth
All my young n**** been running tryna chase the loot
Feels like we going back to our roots
We been on the block tryna keep it together, pop like a kettle
Run up on us and we grip heavy metal
Young teens tryna get us some cheddar, do this shit with no effort
Know I had to hop up in that brand new coupe
N****why you ask if that shit got a roof
When I speak on beats shit y'all better know that I'm the truth
It don't matter what I say, I know that y'all put this on loop
That was just a sock verse, now I'm putting on my tennis shoes
Mad nigga going crazy and y'all know I lost a couple screws
When the king ride around n****, you know what them soldiers do
(Salute!)
When we walk in know we stepping
Stacking money, Tetris
I make this shit electric and you know we gripping weapons
I been running from my demons tryna fix it up with flexing
Well let me tell a lesson
Stop
Credits
Writer(s): Ayoed, Edward Furlow
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