Flame
Sky view
Ayo OD
I think we got one homie
Raz home
905
Bitch I ain't lucky
I'm a hustler
Stomach rumble
Then we go and
Run the money up
Looking back
My teachers said I be nothing
Now they see me
And they ain't saying nothing
I'm probably chilling
Getting high in the function
Getting daps from
Some kids that stay running
Not from no one
Not from no man
They got some demons
Waiting by they night stand
I was a broke boy
Now I'm discipline
I got some places
That I'm never going back again
I had a helping hand
That's the difference
Between me and my homies ignorance
I try to tell em
If you wanna be a dope boy
The only reason to hustle is for
Hope boy
Once you made your money
Fix your predicament
It's on to legal living
Open up businesses
Bitch I hit the gas
Till the rain gone stop
They tell me slow down
That ain't no fucking option
Bitch I go hard
Till I'm living in a coffin
They talk about that flame
Well boy I fucking got it
Bitch I hit the gas
Till the rain gone stop
They tell me slow down
That ain't no fucking option
Bitch I go hard
Till I'm living in a coffin
They talk about that flame
Well boy I fucking got it
They talk about that flame
Well boy I fucking got it
I used to rob and steal
But I now I'm living honest
I upgraded hustles
A dope boy with a conscious
Only sell hydroponic
Cuz healing is the concept
Once you come from poverty
You gotta type of modesty
I'm tryna live honestly
I'm tryna live flawlessly
That stem from my anxiety
And my only rivalry
The only man bribing me
To take this pain quietly
Now my mommas tears
Only come from joy
But I still check my shoulder
Cuz I'm still paranoid
And my daddy lift his cup
Cuz he proud of his boy
And my boys turning up
When I'm making all this noise
Got my girl by my side
And you can bet that girl ride
And we gone burn it down
We gone do it with a smile
And my uncle in the sky
And he gave your boy the crown
So, Ima hold it high
Make him proud looking down
Bitch I hit the gas
Till the rain gone stop
They tell me slow down
That ain't no fucking option
Bitch I go hard
Till I'm living in a coffin
They talk about that flame
Well boy I fucking got it
Bitch I hit the gas
Till the rain gone stop
They tell me slow down
That ain't no fucking option
Bitch I go hard
Till I'm living in a coffin
They talk about that flame
Well boy I fucking got it
I do for the souls
Tell em pain gone stop
Hard times is the key
Once you open up the lock
I do it for homies
That ain't got no tic toc
Time ran out on their watch
Before there was a tic toc
You gone make it through the dark
With the light in your heart
You just gotta believe
Said
That's the only spark
Problem child defy em
You gone make it against the odds
I was no stranger to run in with cops
Lost cause was what they thought
But they never thought
What could cause it,
There's a problem behind the problem
Boy, ain't it ironic,
There's a bottle behind the bottle
Boy, don't you swallow
All along love
Was what he longed for
But the same goes for
My homies floating above earth
Or barley holding on
We're so quick to judge
But slow to understand
The neighbours call the cops
I'm just tryna feed my fam
Life got me in a jam
I'm tryna flip it
Get the upper hand
Ayo OD
I think we got one homie
Raz home
905
Bitch I ain't lucky
I'm a hustler
Stomach rumble
Then we go and
Run the money up
Looking back
My teachers said I be nothing
Now they see me
And they ain't saying nothing
I'm probably chilling
Getting high in the function
Getting daps from
Some kids that stay running
Not from no one
Not from no man
They got some demons
Waiting by they night stand
I was a broke boy
Now I'm discipline
I got some places
That I'm never going back again
I had a helping hand
That's the difference
Between me and my homies ignorance
I try to tell em
If you wanna be a dope boy
The only reason to hustle is for
Hope boy
Once you made your money
Fix your predicament
It's on to legal living
Open up businesses
Bitch I hit the gas
Till the rain gone stop
They tell me slow down
That ain't no fucking option
Bitch I go hard
Till I'm living in a coffin
They talk about that flame
Well boy I fucking got it
Bitch I hit the gas
Till the rain gone stop
They tell me slow down
That ain't no fucking option
Bitch I go hard
Till I'm living in a coffin
They talk about that flame
Well boy I fucking got it
They talk about that flame
Well boy I fucking got it
I used to rob and steal
But I now I'm living honest
I upgraded hustles
A dope boy with a conscious
Only sell hydroponic
Cuz healing is the concept
Once you come from poverty
You gotta type of modesty
I'm tryna live honestly
I'm tryna live flawlessly
That stem from my anxiety
And my only rivalry
The only man bribing me
To take this pain quietly
Now my mommas tears
Only come from joy
But I still check my shoulder
Cuz I'm still paranoid
And my daddy lift his cup
Cuz he proud of his boy
And my boys turning up
When I'm making all this noise
Got my girl by my side
And you can bet that girl ride
And we gone burn it down
We gone do it with a smile
And my uncle in the sky
And he gave your boy the crown
So, Ima hold it high
Make him proud looking down
Bitch I hit the gas
Till the rain gone stop
They tell me slow down
That ain't no fucking option
Bitch I go hard
Till I'm living in a coffin
They talk about that flame
Well boy I fucking got it
Bitch I hit the gas
Till the rain gone stop
They tell me slow down
That ain't no fucking option
Bitch I go hard
Till I'm living in a coffin
They talk about that flame
Well boy I fucking got it
I do for the souls
Tell em pain gone stop
Hard times is the key
Once you open up the lock
I do it for homies
That ain't got no tic toc
Time ran out on their watch
Before there was a tic toc
You gone make it through the dark
With the light in your heart
You just gotta believe
Said
That's the only spark
Problem child defy em
You gone make it against the odds
I was no stranger to run in with cops
Lost cause was what they thought
But they never thought
What could cause it,
There's a problem behind the problem
Boy, ain't it ironic,
There's a bottle behind the bottle
Boy, don't you swallow
All along love
Was what he longed for
But the same goes for
My homies floating above earth
Or barley holding on
We're so quick to judge
But slow to understand
The neighbours call the cops
I'm just tryna feed my fam
Life got me in a jam
I'm tryna flip it
Get the upper hand
Credits
Writer(s): Cole Vartija
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