Walk on Beats
Yeah...
(Hook)
Finally spitting bars again ain't take me long
Self sufficient nigga no one put me on
I got my own for real
Starting to play my cards agin my hand ain't shown
Last time I spoke on too much shit
And now I move alone for real
Now I move with caution
Every step cus this shit all on me
Funny how the ones they used to gas up
They all on E
No time to save the ones who fell off
Call on Jesus not on me
I gave up the streets
Now I just want that bag to walk on beats
Trey said you got it nigga keep rapping
Blessings gone come down
My cousin Backwood up cus he trapping
Playing round with them pounds
The plug used to pullup in G-Wagons
I can cop one now
I hear the bass I hear the beat riding
Fuck it walk em down
Walking like I'm marching for our rights
I feel like MLK
The shit you say you racked up in a week
I spent that in day
You in the way been patient with my craft
I know its been a wait
But good things don't come fast and when it do
That shit disintegrates
Couple real ones left
And most of them locked up or in a grave
I get straight to the point its black or white
I'm never in the gray
I Feel the shade
They say my old shit crazy bitch I'm still insane
Don't label me no murderer
But I came here to kill the game
Yeah
Know Jesus walked on water
Well me personally I walk on beats
And now I'm moving cautious
I stay strapped but no seatbelts on me
I was on my dick tryna get free bands like FBG
I built a studio slept in that bitch I never kept no lease
Finally spitting bars again ain't take me long
Self sufficient nigga no one put me on
I got my own for real
Starting to play my cards agin my hand ain't shown
Last time I spoke on too much shit
And now I move alone for real
Now I move with caution
Every step cus this shit all on me
Funny how the ones they used to gas up
They all on E
No time to save the ones who fell off
Call on Jesus not on me
I gave up the streets
Now I just want that bag to walk on beats
Trey said you got it nigga keep rapping
Blessings gone come down
My cousin Backwood up cus he trapping
Playing round with them pounds
The plug used to pullup in G-Wagons
I can cop one now
I hear the bass I hear the beat riding
Fuck it walk em down
Ain't get to walk my high school graduation
Still got my diploma
Ain't end up on no corner
I turned out just find a business owner
I knew I would pop
Right now I'm bubbling I still call it soda
Play my cards right and face card em
Llike it's Texas hold em
See back then my pockets was linty
I ain't have a penny I needed a toner
They slept on me and my potential
Well fuck it ain't waking em up from the coma
Now I can book me a flight to West
And pull out in Mclarens in motion
Cause Trey got a fleet of Exotic cars thats a million plus in Arizona
Yeah, TR3YON EXOTICS
Ain't gotta pay outta pocket
Ain't gotta put down deposits
Don't gotta whip out a wallet
We used to thug on the Nawfside
R.I.P to the rocket
Niggas been locked in for some years
You can't get a piece of the profit
Know Jesus walked on water
Well me personally I walk on beats
And now I'm moving cautious
I stay strapped but no seatbelts on me
I was on my dick tryna get free bands like FBG
I built a studio slept in that bitch I never kept no lease
(Hook)
Finally spitting bars again ain't take me long
Self sufficient nigga no one put me on
I got my own for real
Starting to play my cards agin my hand ain't shown
Last time I spoke on too much shit
And now I move alone for real
(Hook)
Finally spitting bars again ain't take me long
Self sufficient nigga no one put me on
I got my own for real
Starting to play my cards agin my hand ain't shown
Last time I spoke on too much shit
And now I move alone for real
Now I move with caution
Every step cus this shit all on me
Funny how the ones they used to gas up
They all on E
No time to save the ones who fell off
Call on Jesus not on me
I gave up the streets
Now I just want that bag to walk on beats
Trey said you got it nigga keep rapping
Blessings gone come down
My cousin Backwood up cus he trapping
Playing round with them pounds
The plug used to pullup in G-Wagons
I can cop one now
I hear the bass I hear the beat riding
Fuck it walk em down
Walking like I'm marching for our rights
I feel like MLK
The shit you say you racked up in a week
I spent that in day
You in the way been patient with my craft
I know its been a wait
But good things don't come fast and when it do
That shit disintegrates
Couple real ones left
And most of them locked up or in a grave
I get straight to the point its black or white
I'm never in the gray
I Feel the shade
They say my old shit crazy bitch I'm still insane
Don't label me no murderer
But I came here to kill the game
Yeah
Know Jesus walked on water
Well me personally I walk on beats
And now I'm moving cautious
I stay strapped but no seatbelts on me
I was on my dick tryna get free bands like FBG
I built a studio slept in that bitch I never kept no lease
Finally spitting bars again ain't take me long
Self sufficient nigga no one put me on
I got my own for real
Starting to play my cards agin my hand ain't shown
Last time I spoke on too much shit
And now I move alone for real
Now I move with caution
Every step cus this shit all on me
Funny how the ones they used to gas up
They all on E
No time to save the ones who fell off
Call on Jesus not on me
I gave up the streets
Now I just want that bag to walk on beats
Trey said you got it nigga keep rapping
Blessings gone come down
My cousin Backwood up cus he trapping
Playing round with them pounds
The plug used to pullup in G-Wagons
I can cop one now
I hear the bass I hear the beat riding
Fuck it walk em down
Ain't get to walk my high school graduation
Still got my diploma
Ain't end up on no corner
I turned out just find a business owner
I knew I would pop
Right now I'm bubbling I still call it soda
Play my cards right and face card em
Llike it's Texas hold em
See back then my pockets was linty
I ain't have a penny I needed a toner
They slept on me and my potential
Well fuck it ain't waking em up from the coma
Now I can book me a flight to West
And pull out in Mclarens in motion
Cause Trey got a fleet of Exotic cars thats a million plus in Arizona
Yeah, TR3YON EXOTICS
Ain't gotta pay outta pocket
Ain't gotta put down deposits
Don't gotta whip out a wallet
We used to thug on the Nawfside
R.I.P to the rocket
Niggas been locked in for some years
You can't get a piece of the profit
Know Jesus walked on water
Well me personally I walk on beats
And now I'm moving cautious
I stay strapped but no seatbelts on me
I was on my dick tryna get free bands like FBG
I built a studio slept in that bitch I never kept no lease
(Hook)
Finally spitting bars again ain't take me long
Self sufficient nigga no one put me on
I got my own for real
Starting to play my cards agin my hand ain't shown
Last time I spoke on too much shit
And now I move alone for real
Credits
Writer(s): Brian Young
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