1:01 AM

Ridin thru the city
Boy you gotta keep your head up
I always told my brother
That he gotta keep his bread up
Mama kicked me out
Because she told me she was fed up
And If they ever tried you
Boy you gotta keep your led up

Aye Keep your led up
Aye aye keep your head up
Aye aye keep your head up
Aye aye keep your head up

I just get that bag
When I spend it
It's your rent again
I been had that jag
I ain't want it
So I copped the benz
I been fighting demons
For so long it's gettin to me
Remember I was out of state
The police yeah they tried to book me

You'll never understand
Why I am how I am aye
Ima get them racks
Even if it's 1 am aye
That's me on the radio
I think that's 1 fm aye
Boy you is not gang
Boy you is not one of them aye
I'm a spend 150 like 150
Shoutout herbo nem
Then I spent like 50
On a 50 on a turbo nem
Skrrt off in that bentley
That lil bentley with the purple rims
You won't get up with me
All you do is post right on the gram

I just get that bag
When I spend it
It's your rent again
I been had that jag
I ain't want it
So I copped the benz
I been fighting demons
For so long it's gettin to me
Remember I was out of state
The police yeah they tried to book me

Pull up open wide
We get em' out of here
Briefcase full of hundreds
We be movin' like the mafia
Move like Chapo'
Pablo this cheese nacho's
Hurricane season
We got dripped up
From that cyclone
Dripped up from that faucet
Like some lent I'm out of pocket
Just calm while I'm fuckin'
We go shoppin' past the budget
Every time I step up the game I drop a bucket
Hop into the game I'm droppin 30
Like it's nothin'
The king wore my crown
Potatoes for suppression
They be shootin' with no sound
But we off so bad jus' ask yo shawty if she down
Shitting on my hater's i done finally found my sound
I'm the next to blow
I heard the rumors round the town

I just get that bag
When I spend it
It's your rent again
I been had that jag
I ain't want it
So I copped the benz
I been fighting demons
For so long it's gettin to me
Remember I was out of state
The police yeah they tried to book me

I'm the big boss
When I walk in boy respect me
Aye I'll never let another nigga check me
Aye but yo baby girl prolly wanna sex me aye
Aye cause that's the only reason that she ever text me aye
Aye i been getting bread
You would think that I was printing money
Aye when i got rich now everybody started acting funny
Shawty try to play me baby girl i ain't no damn dummy
Put this dick inside you, you gone feel it
In your damn tummy ay
I been getting money boy naw
I ain't new to this let a nigga try me
Have him rappin' like he ludacris
I been coppin Gucci Fendi
And I got some Louie's fits

You'll never understand
Why I am how I am aye
Ima get them racks
Even if it's 1 am aye
That's me on the radio
I think that's 1 fm aye
Boy you is not gang
Boy you is not one of them aye
I just get that bag
When I spend it
It's your rent again
I been had that jag
I ain't want it
So I copped the benz
I been fighting demons
For so long it's gettin to me
Remember I was out of state
The police yeah they tried to book me



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Writer(s): Ys Yahweh
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