Ambedo

And I don't own a watch no time on my hands
And I bet on one hand I could count my true friends
And she only texts me when they dip on her plans
Like you slipping on sand
I don't trip where you stand

Running tracks like I'm back on the workout
And I pray every day that it works out
Don't you hate on the hate
Cuz they grill on the greats
Why I'm raising the steaks like a cookout

Oh, I'm hood now?
Just because I wear a hoodie with the hood down
But nobody had to tell me get your grades up
Funny how I'm beating racists in a race huh

See you struggle with the pace huh
It's apparent you don't play the game of patience
But I'm swinging off a bar like a playground
Royal flush but I'm holding all my aces

Three months, one summer, lotta progress
Beach trips with my bros
We thrifting our clothes
She hitting my phone
We did our own show
Elevating cuz I'm really staying honest

So you can keep the veneration
Last one year I'm a grab a generation
Pass one here I'm a shoot no hesitation
Do my Ting' like my name was Jamaican (Ay)

And I don't own a watch no time on my hands
And I bet on one hand I could count my true friends
And she only texts me when they dip on her plans
Like you slipping on sand
I don't trip where you stand

Running tracks like I'm back on the workout
And I pray every day that it works out
Don't you hate on the hate
Cuz they grill on the greats
Why I'm raising the steaks like a cookout

Oh, were cool now?
She hit me with the H-M-U
"What it do?" now
Why she keep playing Trix like it's Speed Racer
Grand Prix Mach Seis I'm a see you later

Or I won't it depends if this pen
Turns a page or a stage
Write a life, not a phase
That I work every day towards
They say the greater gifts in life you gotta wait for em

Live on this green earth like I'm Wake Forest
Can't just make it one time gotta make more
Don't be stuck in your mind gotta break borders
It's a humble long drive, yeah I take quarters
Til' I take over

And that's the Motto
Talking bout' the apple sauce not a life quote
If you want a juicy bar I could slice those
That's a smoothie now I'm groovy
Whatchu doing? (Ay)

And I don't own a watch no time on my hands
And I bet on one hand I could count my true friends
And she only texts me when they dip on her plans
Like you slipping on sand
I don't trip where you stand

Running tracks like I'm back on the workout
And I pray every day that it works out
Don't you hate on the hate
Cuz they grill on the greats
Why I'm raising the steaks like a cookout