Carousel + Discipline

Shoutout my dawgs
White owls to Raws
Sippin that caramel water
And rolling
But still on that grind
Ain't wasting my time
Cause I'm getting lifted
Only on Zaza
Shoutout my dawgs
White owls to Raws
Sippin that caramel water and rolling
But still on that grind
Ain't wasting no time
Cause this shit a carousel
Spinnin around me

Hunger insatiable
Spirit irreplaceable
Seeing where we eating
With this Graba to gas ratio
Shawty do Felicio
Gave the girl a facial
How i get to Saturn
After burning paper space shuttle
Hella observational
That's how it is
Mind to the sky
Mile high like I'm flying spirit
Said fuck rap
Now it's fun and I want to hear it
A watch a nigga grow the fuck up
My homies in the mix
Getting stoned the fuck up
My opps at the spot
Getting bowed the fuck up
If you like trash this is not your stuff
Bitch i make art out of dust
Stick a Tre flip
No sketch no buss
In all Nefertiti we trust
Okay uh

Shoutout my dawgs
White owls to Raws
Sippin that caramel water
And rolling
But still on that grind
Ain't wasting my time
Cause I'm getting lifted
Only on Zaza
Shoutout my dawgs
White owls to Raws
Sippin that caramel water and rolling
But still on that grind
Ain't wasting no time
Cause this shit a carousel
Spinnin around me

This is primal art nigga
Fuck being clean nigga
We rough around the edges around here
Fuck this industry shit

Yeah, it's too much
Too much to be explained
In 45 minutes
All my boys and girls
Follow your heart follow your dreams
Read a book
Don't believe everything you see

You feel that
You smell that

First, I'm putting my soul out there
For y'all this song to keep
I know it's a couple
8 balls in the vault
But for now, this Jawn gon flood the streets
Feel it in my gut this church
This heat
This'll get into your bones
Make your move your feet
But this for you all
To hear my call of the wild
The south gon run the streets

I done came up
I been down bad
I been banged up
Out the game sad
Still i came back unh

Needed discipline
Og told me hustle wasn't listening
Mama told me get your lesson
Don't end up in prison man
Jordan told me fuck em
If they cannot see your vision man
So im saying fuck em
From the cellar to the ceiling fan

I done came up
I been down bad
I been banged up
Out the game sad
Still i came back unh

Needed discipline
Og told me hustle wasn't listening
Mama told me get your lesson
Don't end up in prison man
Jordan told me fuck em
If they cannot see your vision man
So im saying fuck em
From the cellar to the ceiling fan

I done came up
I been down bad
I been banged up
Out the game sad
Still i came back unh

Needed discipline
Og told me hustle wasn't listening
Mama told me get your lesson
Don't end up in prison man
Jordan told me fuck em
If they cannot see your vision man
So im saying fuck em
From the cellar to the ceiling fan



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Burks
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