Webbs 90s mob $hit 4

Never got replys looking for collabs
So I hopped on the grind till they see it train
Now look at the artists around me
They fuck with the sound I got and almost sold it for free

No lie when I said i make one two or three beats
The feeling I get onna upload spree is unbelievable

Working so hard I reply slow
So my d m's are unavailable
Knew if I worked hard enough it'd work
But I didn't know how capable I am
Quarter pound from a gram
Fuck you mean
I only got gas green (every shade),
Purple,(every shade)
And edibles (granola or brownie?)
Didn't borrow from the plug
Each drug i got on my own
Working one day to be known
Got myself unstuck out the rug,
Came out the mud with my trap phone
Now i m eighteen considered grown
Too proud to ask for a loan
But the money I've already thrown
Blacked out three months
And I remember feeling lovely
Going to re-up more then monthly,
Shit we got thousands weekly
I always think of things uniquely
Gotta think to get the money routinely

Working now to clearly get it cleanly
Briefly met death off a G of that purple molly
Shit i was fading watching my life leave
Like golly i thought I was godly sorry

Im no longer going out to party
To feel a bit lovely humbly
I can say I spend my monthly
On music and more then a gram
To watch my talent transcend
Gosh all these words I mend
Known to fucken blend
Got all the green what trend you on now

Hella methods imma cash cow only the bandits know how

Running low on the timer?
Oh wow
Whats time to a late night fryer
Nun bc him and the orchids reach higher spending hundreds onna desire
Only to allow myself to feel a bit fire



Credits
Writer(s): Kirk Russell Jr.
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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