Key To Success
(Enrgy made this one)
Yeah
X in my smartwater, this ain't no fuckin' O
Boy you gottta grind harder, ain't tryna hear a no
Higher than the sun, but I'm feelin' low
This shit got me hot, gotta do 'em cold
Do 'em like I'm Vince Carter, I'm finna dunk this hoe
I done broke the rim, I ain't scorin' goals
Boys 'round my side, doin' lines, ain't no rows
Gotta 3.5, feelin' like a king, where the throne
Huh, I'm smokin' good potent
Put my ass to sleep, like is melatonin
In a GT, brodie this is not a Lotus
This a Mustang, I just hit a speed bonus
Where yo' cash at?
Who you bank with?
Lemme get some, send it back in Cashapp
Where yo stamps at?, tryna ship this pack
Tell em, where yo racks go?
Huh, dumbass
Hundred for a thousand you ain't use yo' head
I'm the selfish type, and mainly for the bread
This shit not a pencil, but it's holdin' lead
How many shots in it?, twenty in the stem
Pa, pa, pa, that's a missing file
"Have you seen that man?", never in my life
Body really runnin' off that cyanide
Ain't gotta deathwish, I'm just running out of time
"Damelo todo", when I pull up to the dope house
He like, "Simon, ten percent off this good loud"
Gotta feed the feans, 'cause they feedin' me
And I be plantin' seeds, growing money trees
Wokstars in the cut, pour the whole ounce
Yea I'm good with patron, on my fourth round
"Ayo bro, this yo weed?", it make no sound
That shit some boof, you got played out
Damn, I can't smoke this
Livin' ghetto, sometimes it's atrocious
Can't relate to yo' problems, I get it
You can't relate to me, I won't dread it
Overthinkin', like where my life headed, I dread it
Constantly prayin' n guessin', I smell it
Jealousy all in the air from you pussies, constantly bitchin 'n tellin
In my head is the Key To Success
Aggravated, I'm chillin' in stress
Try yo' best, Imma have to confess
This a game to my ass, fuck some chess
In my head is the Key To Success
Aggravated, I'm chillin' in stress
Try yo' best, Imma have to confess
This a game to my ass, fuck some chess
I see these boys on the same shit
The fuck goin' on this matrix?
On some high level shit, switch the cadence
On some Hi- Level shit, I Cordae this
Yeah
X in my smartwater, this ain't no fuckin' O
Boy you gottta grind harder, ain't tryna hear a no
Higher than the sun, but I'm feelin' low
This shit got me hot, gotta do 'em cold
Do 'em like I'm Vince Carter, I'm finna dunk this hoe
I done broke the rim, I ain't scorin' goals
Boys 'round my side, doin' lines, ain't no rows
Gotta 3.5, feelin' like a king, where the throne
Huh, I'm smokin' good potent
Put my ass to sleep, like is melatonin
In a GT, brodie this is not a Lotus
This a Mustang, I just hit a speed bonus
Where yo' cash at?
Who you bank with?
Lemme get some, send it back in Cashapp
Where yo stamps at?, tryna ship this pack
Tell em, where yo racks go?
Huh, dumbass
Hundred for a thousand you ain't use yo' head
I'm the selfish type, and mainly for the bread
This shit not a pencil, but it's holdin' lead
How many shots in it?, twenty in the stem
Pa, pa, pa, that's a missing file
"Have you seen that man?", never in my life
Body really runnin' off that cyanide
Ain't gotta deathwish, I'm just running out of time
"Damelo todo", when I pull up to the dope house
He like, "Simon, ten percent off this good loud"
Gotta feed the feans, 'cause they feedin' me
And I be plantin' seeds, growing money trees
Wokstars in the cut, pour the whole ounce
Yea I'm good with patron, on my fourth round
"Ayo bro, this yo weed?", it make no sound
That shit some boof, you got played out
Damn, I can't smoke this
Livin' ghetto, sometimes it's atrocious
Can't relate to yo' problems, I get it
You can't relate to me, I won't dread it
Overthinkin', like where my life headed, I dread it
Constantly prayin' n guessin', I smell it
Jealousy all in the air from you pussies, constantly bitchin 'n tellin
In my head is the Key To Success
Aggravated, I'm chillin' in stress
Try yo' best, Imma have to confess
This a game to my ass, fuck some chess
In my head is the Key To Success
Aggravated, I'm chillin' in stress
Try yo' best, Imma have to confess
This a game to my ass, fuck some chess
I see these boys on the same shit
The fuck goin' on this matrix?
On some high level shit, switch the cadence
On some Hi- Level shit, I Cordae this
Credits
Writer(s): Jose Torres Garcia
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