2 Much Drama

Wake up to the money on my mind all the time
She said that she loves but I come with too much drama
If my up wasn't stuck, would you still be in the line up
Only with my brothers, my brothers but different mommas
Running though the pack I guess YOLO still the mantra
Beat it up make and make that girl call dadadadaaddaa
In something fast and I'm running up the mileage
I be fly as fuck I'm a licensed pilot

All these business decisions I list that in Asana
All these doctor prescriptions help me cope with my problems
All these legal investigations add to my trauma
I'll just closed another deal and add another comma
Aye
I done peep they bite the moves but can't blame a Piranha
Mid-town sweet I'm with the gang that's where you find us
Only for the bag the only time I'll make a pop up
He was outside too much what got my nigga locked up
But you got to hit the gym can't only play them lockers
Started in the basement with my brothers and a pot luck
We was with the shits, what we did had us ducking coppas
Momma hear that line she shake her head like maracas

Wake up to the money on my mind all the time
She said that she loves but I come with too much drama
If my up wasn't stuck, would you still be in the line up
Only with my brothers, my brothers but different mommas
Running though the pack I guess YOLO still the mantra
Beat it up make and make that girl call dadadadaaddaa
In something fast and I'm running up the mileage
I be fly as fuck I'm a licensed pilot

Stick to the code
And try to get back n they talking to me like they do not get the tone
I was just cold
Just tryna get home
To all of that heat that I Keep on the stove
Handling p's
The business connected
You know that I dead it
Don't end up to bones
Get to the phone n you call it you don't like it
Cuz I was distant, I tryna to find growth
The minute you winning now it's all a blur
When you they use to wanna cast your ass to stone
I stay in position I got that precision and when I aim, I always aim for dome
There was decision threw off vision depression I had to go at it alone
It was mission n shorty was tripping n praying I never call prison a home
I had to risk it ain't nothing was given, the bank was not trying give nigga's no loan
It was consignment I know I was misguided I had to find that shit on my own
I thought you loved me you said that you love me
Then why would you leave cuz a couple of hoes
Hoes is just hoes they help me unload
It's just something to do that as far as it would go
4 5th of vodka I'm fighting a cold
Dealing with issues I got to let go
Started with goals, and a pocket of holes
There was no money confronting the trolls
Sick with flow and they don't even know it
Gotta run shit like I was Jesse Owens
Gotta make sure that my shit just potent
You won't mount to nothing what they told us

Wake up to the money on my mind all the time
She said that she loves but I come with too much drama
If my up wasn't stuck, would you still be in the line up
Only with my brothers, my brothers but different mommas
Running though the pack I guess YOLO still the mantra
Beat it up make and make that girl call dadadadaaddaa
In something fast and I'm running up the mileage
I be fly as fuck I'm a licensed pilot
Wake up to the money on my mind all the time
She said that she loves but I come with too much drama
If my up wasn't stuck, would you still be in the line up
Only with my brothers, my brothers but different mommas
Running though the pack I guess YOLO still the mantra
Beat it up make and make that girl call dadadadaaddaa
In something fast and I'm running up the mileage
I be fly as fuck I'm a licensed pilot



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Writer(s): Sean Andre
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