BAD HABITS

I been trapped in my thoughts
Peter Pan felt I was lost
Could care less bout what u say
Actions stay while words fade away
Pray all my sins wash away
Sold hella product today
Yea yea
A young nigga finna get paid

Minerals
Diamonds all we wanted
Medicine
Lightning with shock, but never static
I'm not 21, but I act savage
I guess you could call it a bad habit
Any sudden moves, it's finna get drastic
Least one of my niggas, stay totting hard plastic
Yea my girl look like she do gymnastics
Like a Migo, Takeoff with my passion
Residential, I dwell in a palace
One eye open, live with assassins
Do this shit for the masses
I fell in love with my passion

Was it love or lust?
Yea
Lower the lights
Yea she live the nights
We mix the lean with the sprite
Got me as high as a kite
Three, two, one she come alive
She told me she like how I sound
She always listens to my songs
Never wanted to right all of my wrongs
Never wanted to live life alone
I feel like I'm a dog with a bone
All these new niggas I put them on
Malcolm X, never give up my rights
Feel like Superman, I'm in the sky
Feel like Tay-K, I just did the race
Marty Byrde, in the Ozark lakes
Champagne, I been sipping on bubbly
Never catch me out in public
'Cept when I visit your country
In ya city all the pretty girls love me
Fell for the prophecy
Yea they call me the prophet
Don't care about what they say
I'll keep taking their profit

Minerals
Diamonds all we wanted
Medicine
Lightning with shock but never static
I'm not 21, but I act savage
I guess you could call it a bad habit
Any sudden moves, it's finna get drastic
Least one of my niggas, stay totting hard plastic
Yea my girl look like she do gymnastics
Like a Migo, Takeoff with my passion
Residential, I dwell in a palace
One eye open, live with assassins
Do this shit for the masses
I fell in love with my passion
Woahhhh

Don't let me hit you with the nine
Don't let me hit you with the fire (Fire fire fire fire)
Yo homie sneak you from behind
He wasn't yo homie he was for the time
This denim I'm rocking is called number nine
Ain't trusting nobody I sleep wit my nine
One eye open I sleep thru the night
You ain't watching your back you get killed from behind
Most of these people they phony they lie
Call on my phone n I hit the decline
Long road to the top but bitch know imma climb
On the top floor bitch imma hit the rewind
I don't know why
You was just hating on me
Now you call my phone why
I know I'm knowledgeable but I don't give a fuck bout
That u just tried to copy me and it ain't work out
Keep all those feelings to yourself

Minerals
Diamonds all we wanted
Medicine
Lightning with shock but never static
I'm not 21, but I act savage
I guess you could call it a bad habit
Any sudden moves, it's finna get drastic
Least one of my niggas, stay totting hard plastic
Yea my girl look like she do gymnastics
Like a Migo, Takeoff with my passion
Residential, I dwell in a palace
One eye open, live with assassins
Do this shit for the masses
I fell in love with my passion
Woahhhh



Credits
Writer(s): James Oliver Iv
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