Training Day
Yea, uh
Yea
Put on these, yea
Big MT$ shit
I ain't missing no training days
Nah, yea, and it's making the rain away
Uh
Listen
Yea, uh
When I put on these headphones I feel like a boxer when he put on his hood before he step in that ring
Prepared for this shit I ain't missing no training days
So much light in these diamonds it's clearing the rain away
When I get it it go to the stash for a rainy day
I was broke now the money is taking the pain away
Had a gun in my face traumatized me the major way
Paranoia it replay on my mind on the day to day
These lil niggas is stupid so I took it the safer way
Stuck on the drugs I don't think I could break away
Back to the wall take my shot like a fadeaway
New hellcat engine sound like a 808
That shit is roaring
I'm high I'm soaring
New drip is foreign
Get back we scoring
Your bitch is whoring
We knocking boots like Dora explore her
We at her crib and her body I'm touring
Don't hit my line if ain't about guap, then it's never important
A1 these drugs imported
He rat, Alpo, I'm porter
This chain Dasani water
Smoke ounce I came from quarters
Off drugs that's right it's plural
This perc is in my neural
So high it feel like a nigga on pluto
4 demons up inside of the 2-door
Dirty hoes hell nah we don't do those
Bad foreign bitches we running through those
Foreign whips, know we gon cruise those
Slimeing em out when I'm calling up Juno
He wanted beef like a burger we cooked em
Music like crack to the fans cause we hooked em
Came out that Audi with mask and we booked em
Big MT$ they overlooked us
For granted they took us
I see my granny when I look up
Show no fear aint shook us
Came from ground up like a push up
We number 1 no one overtook us
Backwood filled with a whole lotta good up
Hit up my plug ran out need a re-up
Pushing to start I aint picking no key up
sending the payment I'm picking the vee up
I'm in the back and I'm kicking my feet up
Aint wanna fuck so I told her to eat up
She not my lover I don't wanna beat up
Came out the bushes you know we just creep up
He tried to run so I'm tripping his feet up
Calling up chef & he slide in the vee-dub
I'm in a stolo it's hot like a tea cup
Kick me some works and I'm picking the piece up
300 shots like I'm picking Reese up
Yea
Put on these, yea
Big MT$ shit
I ain't missing no training days
Nah, yea, and it's making the rain away
Uh
Listen
Yea, uh
When I put on these headphones I feel like a boxer when he put on his hood before he step in that ring
Prepared for this shit I ain't missing no training days
So much light in these diamonds it's clearing the rain away
When I get it it go to the stash for a rainy day
I was broke now the money is taking the pain away
Had a gun in my face traumatized me the major way
Paranoia it replay on my mind on the day to day
These lil niggas is stupid so I took it the safer way
Stuck on the drugs I don't think I could break away
Back to the wall take my shot like a fadeaway
New hellcat engine sound like a 808
That shit is roaring
I'm high I'm soaring
New drip is foreign
Get back we scoring
Your bitch is whoring
We knocking boots like Dora explore her
We at her crib and her body I'm touring
Don't hit my line if ain't about guap, then it's never important
A1 these drugs imported
He rat, Alpo, I'm porter
This chain Dasani water
Smoke ounce I came from quarters
Off drugs that's right it's plural
This perc is in my neural
So high it feel like a nigga on pluto
4 demons up inside of the 2-door
Dirty hoes hell nah we don't do those
Bad foreign bitches we running through those
Foreign whips, know we gon cruise those
Slimeing em out when I'm calling up Juno
He wanted beef like a burger we cooked em
Music like crack to the fans cause we hooked em
Came out that Audi with mask and we booked em
Big MT$ they overlooked us
For granted they took us
I see my granny when I look up
Show no fear aint shook us
Came from ground up like a push up
We number 1 no one overtook us
Backwood filled with a whole lotta good up
Hit up my plug ran out need a re-up
Pushing to start I aint picking no key up
sending the payment I'm picking the vee up
I'm in the back and I'm kicking my feet up
Aint wanna fuck so I told her to eat up
She not my lover I don't wanna beat up
Came out the bushes you know we just creep up
He tried to run so I'm tripping his feet up
Calling up chef & he slide in the vee-dub
I'm in a stolo it's hot like a tea cup
Kick me some works and I'm picking the piece up
300 shots like I'm picking Reese up
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Wright
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