Come down freestyle
Couple racks here and there I got the winter booked
Casual gaze, physicality's get misunderstood
Eyes on somebody else ting, no longer covet, less she fuck me good
Far and few between, look how these hundreds look
Capability increasing despite the lack of assets
Erotic cinematics, lifestyle changed drastic
Nonchalant dash out the strip, is due to the lack of asses
Black fit, black queen
Black tints, backseat
So eloquent and so youthful, I still play in traffic
Chem dawg mint runtz
Dre what's this pink, huh?
Brody want the caine weight
Told him it's a safer game than crack but it's the same thang
Getting up and active isn't hard, you gotta maintain
Ion worry about it cause this pain ain't the same pain
This gyal don't gimme same vibes
Dating for fun's a poor sport
Sex is only a past time in poverty, I swear to God
A relationship without a goal is getting set aside
A friendship without a goal is getting left behind
Apologies to the grave I laid yo feelings in
I could've left you standing there, now you my second mind
Was never a better time to realize my growth meant sum
I can do whatever I want with this body and then some
I can do whatever I want these pockets, I'll spend some
I ain't no better man than he, I'm at the strip club
She tryna fuck behind the tints, girl put them shits up
I always did what I had to, I ain't bitch up
It used to be about trapping getting my dick sucked
Now I promise bout trapping, getting my dick sucked
A lil more class though
Back road, back door
On road, two phones
Kash my financial advisor for them loopholes
It ain't yellow gold, Ion want it
Don't do two tones
I'm rushing to the bank before them shelters and them group homes
I'm a duffel bag baby on accident, check the stats and shit
Withdrawal from cashapp, mattress, shoebox, stashing it
I ain't ever sold my shit for drugs, who the hell an addict miss?
Still blaze a whole QP by my dolo on some average shit
Savings accounts for my niece
Kash don't gotta be in the streets
Put my pops up on some plays
YaYa just turned eighteen
Tryna be a better brother cause they looking up to me
Gotta know my mom an angel, no surprise that I got wings
Casual gaze, physicality's get misunderstood
Eyes on somebody else ting, no longer covet, less she fuck me good
Far and few between, look how these hundreds look
Capability increasing despite the lack of assets
Erotic cinematics, lifestyle changed drastic
Nonchalant dash out the strip, is due to the lack of asses
Black fit, black queen
Black tints, backseat
So eloquent and so youthful, I still play in traffic
Chem dawg mint runtz
Dre what's this pink, huh?
Brody want the caine weight
Told him it's a safer game than crack but it's the same thang
Getting up and active isn't hard, you gotta maintain
Ion worry about it cause this pain ain't the same pain
This gyal don't gimme same vibes
Dating for fun's a poor sport
Sex is only a past time in poverty, I swear to God
A relationship without a goal is getting set aside
A friendship without a goal is getting left behind
Apologies to the grave I laid yo feelings in
I could've left you standing there, now you my second mind
Was never a better time to realize my growth meant sum
I can do whatever I want with this body and then some
I can do whatever I want these pockets, I'll spend some
I ain't no better man than he, I'm at the strip club
She tryna fuck behind the tints, girl put them shits up
I always did what I had to, I ain't bitch up
It used to be about trapping getting my dick sucked
Now I promise bout trapping, getting my dick sucked
A lil more class though
Back road, back door
On road, two phones
Kash my financial advisor for them loopholes
It ain't yellow gold, Ion want it
Don't do two tones
I'm rushing to the bank before them shelters and them group homes
I'm a duffel bag baby on accident, check the stats and shit
Withdrawal from cashapp, mattress, shoebox, stashing it
I ain't ever sold my shit for drugs, who the hell an addict miss?
Still blaze a whole QP by my dolo on some average shit
Savings accounts for my niece
Kash don't gotta be in the streets
Put my pops up on some plays
YaYa just turned eighteen
Tryna be a better brother cause they looking up to me
Gotta know my mom an angel, no surprise that I got wings
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Writer(s): Jazerie Carter
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