Dust (feat. Scooter Rogers)

My feelings I roll 'em up light 'em along with my demons
I smoke 'em and turn 'em to dust
I gotta keep my eyes open for niggas
That's stabbing my back there's no one I can trust
We balling and winning together I bet you that's why they be hating on us
I turn my pain into dust, burning these ashes to dust
Tryna' take over the city you tell me I'm not than you gotta be kidding
The ones that be talking be on they ass sitting
While Im in the game I been in the lab winning
Two woods and a half yeah I'm blessed
But we all is just angels thats sinning and sinning and sinning
Im tryna' go be the man of the year and I'm getting these fits off man shoutout to Whitney

I got a flick then you know she the stylist
I'm tryna' order I can't speak Italian
Bitch is the baddest the coldest medallion
Rush for the end zone like I'm with the Falcons
I got a goal that I gotta accomplish
These niggas hating I'm always the topic
Out with my baby we flying and shopping
Someone tell Harlow that I am what's popping
My baby inspire me to go get this money
These niggas be hating I don't think it's funny
They really be playing they really be faking
They hoping around like the Energizer Bunny
I got my brothas around me if you try to play me my nigga you really a dummy
Go for the head so go 'head wear a vest
But it really don't matter not hitting ya' tummy

My feelings I roll 'em up light 'em along with my demons
I smoke 'em and turn 'em to dust
I gotta keep my eyes open for niggas
That's stabbing my back there's no one I can trust
We balling and winning together I bet you that's why they be hating on us
I turn my pain into dust, burning these ashes to dust
Tryna' take over the city you tell me I'm not than you gotta be kidding
The ones that be talking be on they ass sitting
While Im in the game I been in the lab winning
Two woods and a half yeah I'm blessed
But we all is just angels thats sinning and sinning and sinning
Im tryna' go be the man of the year
And I'm getting these fits off man shoutout to Whitney

Hop in the whip and I slide with my niggas
Spin through the block don't be hiding my nigga
Up in the smoke you decided my nigga I crank the ignition we riding my nigga
Still in my bag I be minding my business got me a watch
And no time for these niggas
Tell 'em to fall back we in all black like we came from Wakanda my nigga
Brodie with me Oklahoma City
Cause we bring the thunder to niggas
Don't run from a nigga nope none of you niggas
Not three or not two or not one of you niggas
Done with you niggas Im son to you niggas
And still shining bright as a sun on you niggas
Finna face the blunt and then lace 'em up and go for a run on you niggas
Face the blunt when I lace 'em up this joint double stuffed it's not a double cup
Got a double pump get ya' brother jumped like he in the streets playing double dutch
He all talk and no action he was talking big we had to rough him up
See the punk and we gon' beat 'em drunk, lesson learned to not fuck us

My feelings I roll 'em up light 'em along with my demons
I smoke 'em and turn 'em to dust
I gotta keep my eyes open for niggas
That's stabbing my back there's no one I can trust
We balling and winning together I bet you that's why they be hating on us
I turn my pain into dust, burning these ashes to dust
Tryna' take over the city you tell me I'm not than you gotta be kidding
The ones that be talking be on they ass sitting
While Im in the game I been in the lab winning
Two woods and a half yeah I'm blessed
But we all is just angels thats sinning and sinning and sinning
Im tryna' go be the man of the year and I'm getting these fits off man shoutout to Whitney



Credits
Writer(s): Daello Portin-chapman
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