2022
Last year I felt stranded and my plans had went left, tryna move right
Started writing lines and painting pictures, fell in love with sketch, but I still fight
New day same shit, niggas run away from death, gotta step light
Back in da woods I was rolling, asking God for help, now I grab pipe
Feel like da GOAT rocking Jordans when I grab da mic
Tryna inspire all dem youngins, CJ love dem tykes
Took a baddie out da city, she know I love dem tights
All year we taking trips, I'm sleeping with a dime at night
Can't put dat syrup in dat bottle, I'll just drink da sprite
Niggas be faking like they bout it, saying it's on sight
But when they see me out in public they start acting nice
Dis life I chose turned me to ice and made me grab a knife
Hoping I live long enough to propose to my wife
Comeback for halloween dressed up as da president
Hop in dat real estate and go and change my residence
Last year I think I spent da most dat I done ever spent
This year I'll stack it to da ceiling, money heaven sent
Wanna be rich, influential, or irrelevant
Just talked to pops & prayed to God bout being a better man
Left da sports to da bros I got my letterman
Just talked to Cheddabob bout turning to a cheddaman
Pop said dat I can get a job or be a reverend
Preach to dem ppl when I'm really in my element
Told em I wanna go be Brady, brodie Edelman
Had a dream I broke da bank, took out a settlement
I think its time to settle in, moving into my role as da richest gentleman
All of a sudden when I speak they saying they can't hear
So ima have to run em off da road in this John Deere
But still stay in my lane
I got da keys to dis shit, asking Casey for da 'Stang
Tryna hang, but it take more den a name to be gang
Can't bring you w me, if you don't keep coins, ik you'll change
I'm writing songs, dey writing statements, no we not da same
Won't rock no chain until da day dat we see Johnny Dang
My head on straight, tryna go forward, compare me to Aang
Been GVO since back in school, so now dem bells rang
God's Very Own, da coldest standing, if hell ever came
But ima animal I might just get some diamonds fangs
Look in my eyes can't you tell dat I was born to make it
Keeping da grass cut, won't let nobody go and snake me
I bought her UGGS boots, she see me her legs get to shakin
Stopped dapping certain niggas up because dey went to fakin
Started writing lines and painting pictures, fell in love with sketch, but I still fight
New day same shit, niggas run away from death, gotta step light
Back in da woods I was rolling, asking God for help, now I grab pipe
Feel like da GOAT rocking Jordans when I grab da mic
Tryna inspire all dem youngins, CJ love dem tykes
Took a baddie out da city, she know I love dem tights
All year we taking trips, I'm sleeping with a dime at night
Can't put dat syrup in dat bottle, I'll just drink da sprite
Niggas be faking like they bout it, saying it's on sight
But when they see me out in public they start acting nice
Dis life I chose turned me to ice and made me grab a knife
Hoping I live long enough to propose to my wife
Comeback for halloween dressed up as da president
Hop in dat real estate and go and change my residence
Last year I think I spent da most dat I done ever spent
This year I'll stack it to da ceiling, money heaven sent
Wanna be rich, influential, or irrelevant
Just talked to pops & prayed to God bout being a better man
Left da sports to da bros I got my letterman
Just talked to Cheddabob bout turning to a cheddaman
Pop said dat I can get a job or be a reverend
Preach to dem ppl when I'm really in my element
Told em I wanna go be Brady, brodie Edelman
Had a dream I broke da bank, took out a settlement
I think its time to settle in, moving into my role as da richest gentleman
All of a sudden when I speak they saying they can't hear
So ima have to run em off da road in this John Deere
But still stay in my lane
I got da keys to dis shit, asking Casey for da 'Stang
Tryna hang, but it take more den a name to be gang
Can't bring you w me, if you don't keep coins, ik you'll change
I'm writing songs, dey writing statements, no we not da same
Won't rock no chain until da day dat we see Johnny Dang
My head on straight, tryna go forward, compare me to Aang
Been GVO since back in school, so now dem bells rang
God's Very Own, da coldest standing, if hell ever came
But ima animal I might just get some diamonds fangs
Look in my eyes can't you tell dat I was born to make it
Keeping da grass cut, won't let nobody go and snake me
I bought her UGGS boots, she see me her legs get to shakin
Stopped dapping certain niggas up because dey went to fakin
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Writer(s): Christian Jones
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