Gone With The Wind
Too damn high I'm gone with the wind
Homie way to t'd
Straight swerving
Crashed the Benz
Tired of the bullshit
Tired of fake friends
Im not worried about what they say or said
Sticking to the plan
Baby ima full send
Ain't looking for no handouts
Ima hustle these bands
Shout out to the real ones who Don't fold or bend
Im at peace with my demons and
My demons are zen
Too damn high I'm gone with the wind
Homie way to t'd
Straight swerving
Crashed the Benz
Tired of the bullshit
Tired of fake friends
Im not worried about what they say or said
Sticking to the plan
Baby ima full send
Ain't looking for no handouts
Ima hustle these bands
Shout out to the real ones who Don't fold or bend
Im at peace with my demons and
My demons are zen
Been to hell and back
I can do it again and again
Always bounce back
Go hard times 10
Fire in my eyes
Got fire in my soul
Shining like gold
Living life most dope
Don't need to be flauging
Rather be broke and keep it walking
Either way these bitches still calling
So fuck it we balling
So ill when i spit like I'm hawking,
Getting charged up like I'm sparking
Gin n juice on me
Yeah I'm tryna get groovy
Steady jocking drip boy you just looting
Always tryna peep my steez
Hoe keep it moving
Why so ignorant
Why so moody
Counting all my blessings but hell done raised me
Lately all the bullshits been driving me crazy
Tryna hold myself together
Demon in the making
Raising hell is fun
So please don't make me
Too damn high I'm gone with the wind
Homie way to t'd
Straight swerving
Crashed the Benz
Tired of the bullshit
Tired of fake friends
Im not worried about what they say or said
Sticking to the plan
Baby ima full send
Ain't looking for no handouts
Ima hustle these bands
Shout out to the real ones who Don't fold or bend
Im at peace with my demons and
My demons are zen
Too damn high I'm gone with the wind
Homie way to t'd
Straight swerving
Crashed the Benz
Tired of the bullshit
Tired of fake friends
Im not worried about what they say or said
Sticking to the plan
Baby ima full send
Ain't looking for no handouts
Ima hustle these bands
Shout out to the real ones who Don't fold or bend
Im at peace with my demons and
My demons are zen
I'ma full send like Nelk
Smoking on tree
That elk
Ninja turtles can't dodge shells
Tryna make generational wealth
Keep this shit Cozy
Gon need you a blanket
Turning my babygirl into a banquette
Homies be faking
They acting too famous
Hop on the stage
I'm moshing n raging
Majin and Sayan
What is he sayin
Hitting the pavement to get to the payment
Got sticks like a caveman
Life's a beach
And I'm out here rocking Ray Bans
Tryna make my family tree rich
My lady always comes first like a prefix
Oven to custies
No deep dish
Using my verses to keep my weed lit
Too damn high I'm gone with the wind
Homie way to t'd
Straight swerving
Crashed the Benz
Tired of the bullshit
Tired of fake friends
Im not worried about what they say or said
Sticking to the plan
Baby ima full send
Ain't looking for no handouts
Ima hustle these bands
Shout out to the real ones who Don't fold or bend
Im at peace with my demons and
My demons are zen
Too damn high I'm gone with the wind
Homie way to t'd
Straight swerving
Crashed the Benz
Tired of the bullshit
Tired of fake friends
Im not worried about what they say or said
Sticking to the plan
Baby ima full send
Ain't looking for no handouts
Ima hustle these bands
Shout out to the real ones who Don't fold or bend
Im at peace with my demons and
My demons are zen
Homie way to t'd
Straight swerving
Crashed the Benz
Tired of the bullshit
Tired of fake friends
Im not worried about what they say or said
Sticking to the plan
Baby ima full send
Ain't looking for no handouts
Ima hustle these bands
Shout out to the real ones who Don't fold or bend
Im at peace with my demons and
My demons are zen
Too damn high I'm gone with the wind
Homie way to t'd
Straight swerving
Crashed the Benz
Tired of the bullshit
Tired of fake friends
Im not worried about what they say or said
Sticking to the plan
Baby ima full send
Ain't looking for no handouts
Ima hustle these bands
Shout out to the real ones who Don't fold or bend
Im at peace with my demons and
My demons are zen
Been to hell and back
I can do it again and again
Always bounce back
Go hard times 10
Fire in my eyes
Got fire in my soul
Shining like gold
Living life most dope
Don't need to be flauging
Rather be broke and keep it walking
Either way these bitches still calling
So fuck it we balling
So ill when i spit like I'm hawking,
Getting charged up like I'm sparking
Gin n juice on me
Yeah I'm tryna get groovy
Steady jocking drip boy you just looting
Always tryna peep my steez
Hoe keep it moving
Why so ignorant
Why so moody
Counting all my blessings but hell done raised me
Lately all the bullshits been driving me crazy
Tryna hold myself together
Demon in the making
Raising hell is fun
So please don't make me
Too damn high I'm gone with the wind
Homie way to t'd
Straight swerving
Crashed the Benz
Tired of the bullshit
Tired of fake friends
Im not worried about what they say or said
Sticking to the plan
Baby ima full send
Ain't looking for no handouts
Ima hustle these bands
Shout out to the real ones who Don't fold or bend
Im at peace with my demons and
My demons are zen
Too damn high I'm gone with the wind
Homie way to t'd
Straight swerving
Crashed the Benz
Tired of the bullshit
Tired of fake friends
Im not worried about what they say or said
Sticking to the plan
Baby ima full send
Ain't looking for no handouts
Ima hustle these bands
Shout out to the real ones who Don't fold or bend
Im at peace with my demons and
My demons are zen
I'ma full send like Nelk
Smoking on tree
That elk
Ninja turtles can't dodge shells
Tryna make generational wealth
Keep this shit Cozy
Gon need you a blanket
Turning my babygirl into a banquette
Homies be faking
They acting too famous
Hop on the stage
I'm moshing n raging
Majin and Sayan
What is he sayin
Hitting the pavement to get to the payment
Got sticks like a caveman
Life's a beach
And I'm out here rocking Ray Bans
Tryna make my family tree rich
My lady always comes first like a prefix
Oven to custies
No deep dish
Using my verses to keep my weed lit
Too damn high I'm gone with the wind
Homie way to t'd
Straight swerving
Crashed the Benz
Tired of the bullshit
Tired of fake friends
Im not worried about what they say or said
Sticking to the plan
Baby ima full send
Ain't looking for no handouts
Ima hustle these bands
Shout out to the real ones who Don't fold or bend
Im at peace with my demons and
My demons are zen
Too damn high I'm gone with the wind
Homie way to t'd
Straight swerving
Crashed the Benz
Tired of the bullshit
Tired of fake friends
Im not worried about what they say or said
Sticking to the plan
Baby ima full send
Ain't looking for no handouts
Ima hustle these bands
Shout out to the real ones who Don't fold or bend
Im at peace with my demons and
My demons are zen
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Writer(s): Michael Jensen
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