Peak Avenue
Tryna get up top, can't be no denominator
Moving place to place, done being a hot potato
Tryna settle for luxury
I need stability
Make sure we go hard, got to escape the poverty
Started getting to the bread with a bag pack
Skinny nigga, tryna make his pocket get fat
Skinny nigga, need heavy money, so the pants sag
Skinny nigga, called the shit, they ain't talking crap
Don't need Vuitton's on my feet
That's red right beneath
Tired of tasting carrots, I just need some on my teeth
Woah, woah
We been slaves
Now it's time we own the chains
If it ain't money talk, keep it brief, I just need my case
If I swing my arm, you see Rolex, that's a reflex
Skinny nigga keep it humble 'cause I had nothin' to flex
Eye bags from making the bags
After getting the cash
Like your favorite drink I dash
Ah, ah
Pray to God, pray to God I never die broke
Insomnia in my eyes, but the vision stay woke
Dream about the riches
Don't belong in the trenches
Been at the bottom, but I know God's hand reaches
Tryna get up top, can't be no denominator
Moving place to place, done being a hot potato
Tryna settle for luxury
I need stability
Make sure we go hard, got to escape the poverty
Started getting to the bread with a bag pack
Skinny nigga, tryna make his pocket get fat
Skinny nigga, need heavy money, so the pants sag
Skinny nigga, called the shit, they ain't talking crap
You know what's happening its Keen La Mon
Moving place to place, done being a hot potato
Tryna settle for luxury
I need stability
Make sure we go hard, got to escape the poverty
Started getting to the bread with a bag pack
Skinny nigga, tryna make his pocket get fat
Skinny nigga, need heavy money, so the pants sag
Skinny nigga, called the shit, they ain't talking crap
Don't need Vuitton's on my feet
That's red right beneath
Tired of tasting carrots, I just need some on my teeth
Woah, woah
We been slaves
Now it's time we own the chains
If it ain't money talk, keep it brief, I just need my case
If I swing my arm, you see Rolex, that's a reflex
Skinny nigga keep it humble 'cause I had nothin' to flex
Eye bags from making the bags
After getting the cash
Like your favorite drink I dash
Ah, ah
Pray to God, pray to God I never die broke
Insomnia in my eyes, but the vision stay woke
Dream about the riches
Don't belong in the trenches
Been at the bottom, but I know God's hand reaches
Tryna get up top, can't be no denominator
Moving place to place, done being a hot potato
Tryna settle for luxury
I need stability
Make sure we go hard, got to escape the poverty
Started getting to the bread with a bag pack
Skinny nigga, tryna make his pocket get fat
Skinny nigga, need heavy money, so the pants sag
Skinny nigga, called the shit, they ain't talking crap
You know what's happening its Keen La Mon
Credits
Writer(s): James Kamuzembe
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