What We Talkin' Bout?
I done seen it all off the books
And I done done it all just to make a way
But ain't no fair gaming with crooks
They want me out of bounds I'm trying to make a play
I know you hate cause when I'm around
You always got that Conway face
But I be on some Kanye grace
Building my Wakanda space
We don't want no guns to sing
Cause when they do
They Wanya sang
Street lights turn Boys to Men
Jalapeños flaming out the window
Words make corpse of men
Lot of soldiers pushin lines
That's waiting to spin the block an kill
More steppers than the Divine Nine
So know the blocks you strolling pimp
I pray peace like angels
And some folks think I'm ludicrous
And weird as fuck
No truce or love
That's truth to trust
On my time I over grind
Rap until I'm wheezing
Skurt on duce duces
Over Shine
Wealthy mining on my mind
Processing my holy gems
Repenting all my acts of sin
Cause I fall short like most of men
But I'ont look like none of them
I'm fly as fuck and fine as fuck
Them haters is not him
See me swanging yelling out the window
Bitch we running shit
Fresco on my line saying them numbers up
From the way the process been it's safe to say them numbers stuck
Commas for the whole crew
Different color stones in the Ds like crayola who
Who the fuck y'all talkin to
Can't be Mister S Dot
Etcetera ahead of ya
By way more than a green mile so what we really talking about?
No for real man what is we talking about
This Wealthy Mind Dead Fresh Crew lifestyle is cemented, world wide
All Winnings!
From the bottom up, go from broke so now it's All Winnings
Ain't no time for no chillin
Ain't no time for broke bitches
Take care of this business
Or we taking care of children and the women
All my niggas on the struggle kept it solid
Now we gettin it
Stayed down then we flipped it
Now we bussin down the middle
Stayed down then we flipped it
Now we buzzing
From the plane to the studio
Just need some food and weed
Ain't not time to think to deep
I just hit the mic and breathe.
Standing on ten
LA to New Orleans
Houston out to Vegas
Now they
Really see me ballin
Pea coats in the winter time
Big Steak when it's dinner time
Between love and hate
Really that's a thin line
Keep my brain focus
Then I keep my plays in motion
Keep the heater closely
Cause I know they hating on me
Had to run me up some racks
Now I'm just fine
Yeah I told'em back then
In all due time
Yeah I told them niggas
Told them niggas it was Swinnanagg Music
We showed them niggas we had Wealthy Minds
Now them niggas see it's All Winnings
You know what the fuck it is!
And I done done it all just to make a way
But ain't no fair gaming with crooks
They want me out of bounds I'm trying to make a play
I know you hate cause when I'm around
You always got that Conway face
But I be on some Kanye grace
Building my Wakanda space
We don't want no guns to sing
Cause when they do
They Wanya sang
Street lights turn Boys to Men
Jalapeños flaming out the window
Words make corpse of men
Lot of soldiers pushin lines
That's waiting to spin the block an kill
More steppers than the Divine Nine
So know the blocks you strolling pimp
I pray peace like angels
And some folks think I'm ludicrous
And weird as fuck
No truce or love
That's truth to trust
On my time I over grind
Rap until I'm wheezing
Skurt on duce duces
Over Shine
Wealthy mining on my mind
Processing my holy gems
Repenting all my acts of sin
Cause I fall short like most of men
But I'ont look like none of them
I'm fly as fuck and fine as fuck
Them haters is not him
See me swanging yelling out the window
Bitch we running shit
Fresco on my line saying them numbers up
From the way the process been it's safe to say them numbers stuck
Commas for the whole crew
Different color stones in the Ds like crayola who
Who the fuck y'all talkin to
Can't be Mister S Dot
Etcetera ahead of ya
By way more than a green mile so what we really talking about?
No for real man what is we talking about
This Wealthy Mind Dead Fresh Crew lifestyle is cemented, world wide
All Winnings!
From the bottom up, go from broke so now it's All Winnings
Ain't no time for no chillin
Ain't no time for broke bitches
Take care of this business
Or we taking care of children and the women
All my niggas on the struggle kept it solid
Now we gettin it
Stayed down then we flipped it
Now we bussin down the middle
Stayed down then we flipped it
Now we buzzing
From the plane to the studio
Just need some food and weed
Ain't not time to think to deep
I just hit the mic and breathe.
Standing on ten
LA to New Orleans
Houston out to Vegas
Now they
Really see me ballin
Pea coats in the winter time
Big Steak when it's dinner time
Between love and hate
Really that's a thin line
Keep my brain focus
Then I keep my plays in motion
Keep the heater closely
Cause I know they hating on me
Had to run me up some racks
Now I'm just fine
Yeah I told'em back then
In all due time
Yeah I told them niggas
Told them niggas it was Swinnanagg Music
We showed them niggas we had Wealthy Minds
Now them niggas see it's All Winnings
You know what the fuck it is!
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Johnson
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