Palms Itching

They say I rap about that pain I swear that's all I know
We had plenty nights off in that rain it helped us all to grow
That's a long way from penny pinching
All of them nights to chase that bag we went on plenty missions
I'm getting close and I know it I feel my fingers itching
And all these straps they came with extensions
So just be cautious
My nigga spunt so many times it start to make him nauseous
Had a sit down with my niggas trying to make sure that we bosses
And we done took plenty losses just no excuses
I done fought plenty battles still show no bruises
They know I'm chosen
Had to cut my nigga for trying to leave that back door open
Lost it all then ran it back while I'm just trying to find my moment

And I done put my all in it
Want a Bentley Bentayga just to go ball in it
What's the point of making money if I still can't have my dogs with me
So close to reaching goals I swear to God I feel my palms itching
Yeah Yeah
And I done put my all in it
Want a Bentley Bentayga just to go ball in it
What's the point of making money if I still can't have my dogs with me
So close to reaching goals I swear to God I feel my palms itching
Yeah Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Joel White
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