Ordinary People Flow
Yea
That mean I made the beat by the way
Aye!
Retired gigolo bet my boppers still love me
Hop out fresh as hell bitch I might just hit the dougie
Call me Kid Cudi cause I be grinding day and night
Being broke felt wrong I'm tryna get my paper right
You already know the deal, this how it's posed to feel
They gone bite my sound like Tyson did Holyfield
But I'm built Ford tough baby I'm a rider
Smashed a evil chick she screaming hail hydra
Baby that was years ago, I'm a walking miracle
In the name of Jesus hell yea boy I'm spiritual
Fell back like Goat James on a fadeaway
Once upon a time I was broke bitch I'm paid today
Thank the Lord he made a way, balling in a major way
Tryna spread love so it's Fuck what a hater say
Had to shake the devil off, shout out to my angels
I once pulled a yellow bone when I was sporting wranglers
Damn I was broke as hell, thought I was posed to fail
How I know u be smoking reggie cause I know the smell
I remember sipping malt liquor with a quiet pack
Struggles made me who I am today bitch I'm proud of that
Now it's time to elevate, tryna be forever straight
Gotta stay prayed up, time to make the devil hate
Riding at my own pace, plus I'm in my own lane
I ain't gone compete with y'all bitch I'm in my own game
Yea
Told y'all man
Aye!
Retired gigolo bet my boppers still love me
Hop out fresh as hell bitch I might just hit the dougie
Call me Kid Cudi cause I be grinding day and night
Being broke felt wrong I'm tryna get my paper right
That mean I made the beat by the way
Aye!
Retired gigolo bet my boppers still love me
Hop out fresh as hell bitch I might just hit the dougie
Call me Kid Cudi cause I be grinding day and night
Being broke felt wrong I'm tryna get my paper right
You already know the deal, this how it's posed to feel
They gone bite my sound like Tyson did Holyfield
But I'm built Ford tough baby I'm a rider
Smashed a evil chick she screaming hail hydra
Baby that was years ago, I'm a walking miracle
In the name of Jesus hell yea boy I'm spiritual
Fell back like Goat James on a fadeaway
Once upon a time I was broke bitch I'm paid today
Thank the Lord he made a way, balling in a major way
Tryna spread love so it's Fuck what a hater say
Had to shake the devil off, shout out to my angels
I once pulled a yellow bone when I was sporting wranglers
Damn I was broke as hell, thought I was posed to fail
How I know u be smoking reggie cause I know the smell
I remember sipping malt liquor with a quiet pack
Struggles made me who I am today bitch I'm proud of that
Now it's time to elevate, tryna be forever straight
Gotta stay prayed up, time to make the devil hate
Riding at my own pace, plus I'm in my own lane
I ain't gone compete with y'all bitch I'm in my own game
Yea
Told y'all man
Aye!
Retired gigolo bet my boppers still love me
Hop out fresh as hell bitch I might just hit the dougie
Call me Kid Cudi cause I be grinding day and night
Being broke felt wrong I'm tryna get my paper right
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Cooley
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